~VALENTINO’S POV~
It had been seven days since everything exploded between Alina and me.
Seven long, dragging, bitter days.
I told myself I didn’t care, that it didn’t matter, that she betrayed me, and I did what I had to do.
But pretending not to care was harder than I expected.
I tried to drown myself in work; signed papers, held meetings, managed suppliers but even that didn’t help.
Nothing helped.
The silence felt louder. The empty space on the right side of the bed mocked me every night.
And the worst part? She hadn’t reached out.
Not a call. Not a text. Nothing.
I sat at my desk inside Tino Autos, my elbows on the dark mahogany surface, eyes fixed on the far wall.
Not seeing it, just staring. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been like that.
Did I overreact?
Maybe I did. Maybe
