“We thought Luciano disposed of you like garbage and had you shipped out of the country,” Vittoria said, her lips curling with cruel satisfaction. “We never expected to see you again.”
It was deliberate. A knife twisted into old wounds.
“So how did you crawl back into Rome?” Chiara added in a mockingly sweet tone. “Does your ex-husband know you’re here?”
Rosa forced a smile, even as her stomach tightened.
These women had always been cruel. And now, with nothing left to lose, they would never leave her alone.
So she simply replied, “None of your business, Auntie."
Then she turned to Chiara with sudden interest. “Why aren’t you married yet, dear cousin?” Her gaze dropped deliberately to Chiara’s bare hand. No wedding ring! “Last I remember, you were engaged to the Moretti heir five yea
