Elena wandered through the quiet streets, the chill of the night biting through her thin coat. The tension from her confrontation with Luca was still fresh, like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. His doubts, his words—they lingered, consuming her every thought.
Dominic’s poisonous lies had seeped into the heart of the only person she trusted, and now she was alone, unsure of where she truly belonged.
Reaching a secluded park, she sat on a weathered bench, letting the distant city lights blur her vision. Tears brimmed in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Crying wouldn’t change anything. Luca had chosen suspicion over trust, and that betrayal was the heaviest burden to bear.
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Back at the estate, Luca stood in his dimly lit study, the shattered glass on the floor a mirror
