Chapter 43

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Rohan Kapoor sat frozen in the dim hotel room, the glow from the television the only light cutting through the darkness. The remote lay forgotten on the floor where he had dropped it minutes earlier. On the screen, Asha Marcelli Vitale’s statement played on repeat, her pale face filling the frame as she stood in a hospital corridor, voice steady but edged with exhaustion and grief. “This is Asha Marcelli Vitale. My husband, Dario Vitale, was the victim of a cowardly attack last night. He is currently fighting for his life in the hospital. I ask the press and the public for privacy and space as our family deals with this difficult time...” He watched it again, unable to look away. The blood-stained dress from the initial footage had been replaced, but the image of her covered in Dario’s b

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