(FRANCESCA'S POV)
I'm sitting in the living room with my legs crossed and a glass of wine in my hand.
The TV is playing at a low volume and my eyes are fixed on the screen.
But if you were to ask me what I'm watching I wouldn't be able to tell you because my mind is somewhere else entirely.
I haven't been able to sleep since I left Valentino's room.
How could I after everything I saw?
I bring the glass of wine to my lips and take another sip.
Valentino can be reckless, hot-headed, very emotional and violent at times. But he's never harmed the people he cares about.
So pointing a gun at the woman that gave her blood to save his life? That's completely unlike him.
And the more I think about it, the more my instinct keeps dragging me back to the same ugly answer.
Krystal must have cheated on him.
There's no other explanation that makes sense.
