37

ALESSANDRO

Since Luca woke up from the coma due to being in close proximity with the bombed cottage.

He told me that she never died, that it was a guard stationed by Calvino to kill my wife and that she had been declared missing. And I vowed to get revenge on Calvino.

Yes, smashing his face was tempting. Maybe even his ribs.

“Damn straight.” I gulped the entire drink down, the brown liquid burning down my throat.

Just like my guilt. If I listened to her, she’d still be here… with me. I should have chained her to my bed and cut all her ties with her family.

It should have been me punishing her, not her father. Not her fucking family. She ran because she choose me.

Luca strode into the room, and I handed him his drink.

“If she is dead, you have to move on,” Cesare tried again. If she was dead, I’d never marry again.