POV: Mattia.
I play with the nine-millimeter pistol in my hand without taking my eyes off the window of my mansion. My eyes are red from crying like an i***t, and my heartbeats are so slow that I wonder if I'm still alive.
«He raped her, damn bastard»
And not only that, he did it for a month, and I couldn't do anything. I stayed in my damn cocoon, believing she had gone with another man when she had left for serious reasons.
I bring the sixth glass of double shot whiskey to my lips and take a deep breath, trying to process all the information.
«Aitana could be my daughter, she needs a transplant, and she will never forgive me for what I did to her»
I smash the glass against the windowpane, and it immediately shatters. The shards scatter around as I massage my temples, then grab the b
