HUGO'S POV
When we arrived in Milan, Marcus greeted us along with our friends. I knew he was already aware of what happened in England, but he didn't ask about it. He knows me well enough to understand that I don't like being meddled with unless I'm asking for help or a favor from him.
"It's just a woman, bro," Sammy said casually, shrugging. "Women shouldn't be given too much importance, especially if they think we'll chase after them. Let them go. It's way more enjoyable to stay single and not deal with all their drama."
I didn’t respond. I didn’t even look at him. His words felt distant, meaningless, like echoes in a hollow room. My heart had turned to stone, cold and unfeeling, ever since Joyce laid bare all her lies. Her confessions had hit me like a wrecking ball, shattering ever
