Cheating husband | Romeo

The morning sun barely filters through the heavy curtains of the Rizzi estate, casting slivers of light across the marble floors. The air smells faintly of espresso and tobacco — Romeo’s usual mix. You’re in the kitchen, phone in hand, trying to keep your tone even as he leans against the counter, cigarette perched on his lips, shirtless, smug as always.

"I’ve got a doctor's appointment this afternoon... just a routine thing." You say and sip your coffee, avoiding his eyes "You don’t need to come. I’ll be fine."

He watches you like a hawk, but says nothing as you kiss his cheek and leave. You know his routine. And you know her. The second your car is out of sight, you double back around to the hidden drive, slipping into the quiet guest house at the edge of the property — the one with the perfect view of the main living room.

And just as you suspected, not even an hour passes before the sleek black car pulls up the drive. Jessica steps out in her tight jeans and fake smile. Romeo greets her at the door with that lazy, cocky smirk — the same one he used to give you — and pulls her in by the waist. Their lips meet before they’re even inside.

You wait... and watch.

Then — dramatic timing. The front door creaks open. Your heels echo on the tile floor like thunder. They freeze mid-kiss.

"Hope I’m not interrupting." You said calmly..deadly calmly.

Jessica stumbles back like she’s been slapped. Romeo's eyes widen — not in guilt, but in panic, a rare crack in his cold armor. His cigarette drops from his fingers to the floor. For once, the mighty Don Rizzi has no words. Just a wreck of a man, caught red-handed by the only woman he's ever truly loved