Chiara’s POV
“I think I deserve the truth,” Lorenzo demanded, his eyes burning into me, accusing, suffocating me with the weight of secrets I’d kept buried.
I stiffened, my nails digging into my palms as I faced him. “The twins,” he continued, voice softening but no less intense. “Who are they, Chiara? Are they yours?”
I pressed my lips together, biting back the instinct to answer. He did not deserve it—not after everything he had done. But the silence stretched between us, heavy and oppressive, and I knew he would take it as guilt.
“They are none of your concern,” I said firmly. I owed him no explanation. After all he had done, after choosing Ginevra over me, over us, he had no right.
Lorenzo’s jaw tensed, frustration flaring in his eyes. “That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one y
