Antonio’s POV
I thought collapsing would bring them together.
I thought maybe—just maybe—seeing me on that hospital bed trembling, would remind them of what really mattered. That family came first. That nothing—not the company, not Camilla, not legacy—was worth tearing each other apart.
But I was wrong.
Instead of uniting them, my fall became gasoline on an already raging fire.
My chest still aches in that hospital bed, from the hypertensive episode. The doctors ordered rest and less stress—but tell me, how does a man like me rest when his family is splitting at the seams?
When I woke up this morning, Damian and Daniel were gone. For a brief, blissful moment, I thought maybe they’d gone home to cool off. Maybe they were thinking about my words from last night, about the vineyard, abo
