𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗮, 𝗧𝗶 𝗔𝗺𝗼

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This had to be the worst scenario she had to be put in.

First things first, she tripped even when she was already wearing flats and somehow her face isn't planted onto the pavement because her ex-husband has his arm wrapped around her waist.

His name had already left Jackie's lips so there was no turning back. Clumsily, she removed his arm from her waist and regained her balance on her own. A thick tension filled the air. It had already been a year but being around each other still made them nervous and perhaps they felt something else.

Yet that feeling quickly faded when a loud voice shouted at them, "Idioti! Smettila di stare lì! You're blocking the way lovebirds!"

Frankie was quick to defend, "We're not-."

But Jackie interrupted in an attempt to defend herself, "He's not-."

The annoyed man just stared at them and quickly they moved apart from each other. The nostalgic feeling already left Jackie when she looked at Frankie again. Instead she said, "Francesco Rossi! Are you stalking me or something?! Is it not enough that you stole my designs?!"

The softness in his eyes faded as he glared at her while he said, "Really?! So we're on first name basis now?!"

"You're avoiding my questions! Why are you here?!," she argued.

Francesco rolled his eyes at her and pointed an accusing finger at her while he yelled, "Why are you acting like the world revolves around you? News flash Jacqueline Ros- ugh! Jacqueline Fajardo, you're not the only person who lives in Milan! We were bound to run into each other at some point!"

Jacqueline froze as she looked at Francesco yelling at her. His raised voice made her ears pound and her heart wrench taking her back to the arguments they had when they were still married.

"Do you really want to go through this?," Frankie asked her half in anger and half in sorrow. Jackie looked at him with fury, all she could see was the man who betrayed her, the man who betrayed her dream.

"You know how much it meant to me Frankie, and you didn't even bother to ask," Jackie said as she placed the tip of the pen on the document. Ready to sign the papers.

"Jackie don't do this please, I'll do anything just don't sign the papers," he begged, his tears staining his cheeks. Jackie looked him straight in the eye her voice exuded anger but the look on her face betrayed her. Her hand shook as she held the pen meant to sign the papers.

She steeled herself, remembering what he had done and said to him, "Before I wanted to be someone's wife, I wanted to be a fashion designer."

Then the ink hit paper. She harshly signed the papers, leaving as soon as they were done, wiping away the tears she had held back while she was still in front of him.

The tingle of having her tears roll down her cheeks brought Jackie back to the present. The world faded in again and now she could see Francesco's worried look. He reached out to her, hoping to hold her in his arms and she was ready to let him.

She was ready to feel his protective arms around her again just like the old times but then she heard a beautifully soft voice say, "Francesco, mon chéri, we must go to this panetteria down the street, I have been dying to eat their cannoli and they're always sold out before the sky gets dark."

Jackie's eyes widened as she saw a beautiful woman walk towards Francesco, placing a soft and sweet kiss on her cheek. Yet his eyes never left hers, his eyes were muttering a thousand apologies to Jackie.

It was Camille Aubert. The model that the tabloids have been accusing to have a relationship with Francesco.