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ELEANOR
I laid on the bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light over me and Dante. The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle rhythm of our breathing.
Dante held me close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around me, while I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
I felt safe and cherished in his embrace.
A soft whimper escaped my lips as Dante's voice broke the silence, his tone heavy with sorrow and regret.
"I always loved my mother,"
he began, his voice trembling slightly.
"But she hid from me that my father was cheating on our family. When I found out, I wanted to separate from him, to protect her from his betrayal. But she refused to leave him. She always said she could change him, that he would come back to us
