Alessandro knew something was wrong.
He'd known Sienna long enough to recognize when she was hiding something. The way she checked her phone constantly. The way she'd go quiet mid-conversation like her mind was somewhere else. The way she'd started working late at coffee shops instead of their apartment.
But every time he asked if everything was okay, she smiled and said fine. Work stress. Client deadlines. Normal busy season things.
He wanted to believe her. Wanted to trust that if something was really wrong, she'd tell him. That they'd built enough honesty between them that secrets weren't necessary anymore.
But doubt crept in anyway.
Because he knew what he looked like right now. Unemployed. Under investigation. Living in a tiny apartment with furniture from IKEA and a view of a brick wall. Dragging her down with him into social and professional obscurity.
