"Dad…?" Diana called out to Mr. Giancarlo, who stood completely quiet.
He made no response.
Stefan's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Aren't you going to say hello to me? To your husband?"
She glared over at him.
His games, she came here for none of it.
"What do you want, Stefan?" she asked sharply. "My father said you wanted to talk to me. I don't have all the time in the world for your games, so say what you have to say to me."
The smirk dropped from Stefan's face. He leaned back into the loveseat and crossed one leg over the other, his brows arched coolly.
"There is nothing to say, Diana. All I wanted was for you to come home to me. Am I not allowed to ask that much?" he said smoothly. "I'm your husband, after all."
Diana gazed at him, pissed by his games, and let out a long, exasperated breath.
This had to be some sort of joke.
"I came here to give you this." She held out the document.
Stefan took it, lifting a curious brow. "And what is this?"
