Seventy

The world spun in front of Gypsy's eyes, making her feel like it was all about to cave in on her, before it came to focus.

She took in the naked flesh of Enzo and Gianna on display, her mind alternating between a place of disbelief and hurt.

No. It couldn't be. Enzo had just told her he loved her even if he'd said it in a hurtful way. He couldn't have brought Gianna into their bed and slept with her simply because he was angry.

Her mind must be playing some kind of sick game with her.

And yet she blinked. Once, then twice, and the scene in front of her refused to change.

The slap of reality was extremely sharp. Enzo really had run into Gianna's arms right after telling her he loved her.

He'd finally made the choice Gypsy knew he would always make.

Without bothering to alert them of her presence, Gypsy slowly turned, careful not to make a sound. Exiting the room, she closed it shut softly.

The numbness had returned full force, causing Gypsy to move mechanically through the hallway and