229. Lorenzo
By the time I broke out of my shell, I was a complete mess.
Let me be honest—I never thought I would ever bare my darkest secrets to anyone. Some wounds were meant to remain buried deep inside, left to fester in silence. Who would have thought that my once-nephew’s wife would become this important to me?
Athena.
Her angelic voice pulled me from the dark recesses of my mind. “So, I guess he reminded you about it?”
I turned to her, my gaze settling on her beautiful face, now stained with fresh tears. My chest ached at the sight. Slowly, I raised my hand, wiping the wet trails away with my thumb before pulling her into my lap. She felt small, fragile, yet her presence was the only thing keeping me grounded.
“Yes,” I admitted, my voice raw. “I found him with the only woman
