“Luciano, stop! Wait for me!” Laura shouted, half-running in her heels. But Luciano didn’t slow down—not even a fraction. He walked straight ahead as if he couldn’t hear her at all.
When she finally caught up, breathless and irritated, she snapped, “How could you do that to me? I’m your fiancée! And you humiliated me in front of that—” she spat the word out like poison—“whore.”
Luciano’s steps halted. He turned sharply, the look in his eyes enough to freeze her in place.
“I came with you because you begged,” he said, his tone cutting. “Don’t ever drag me into something this stupid again.”
“We’re getting married next month. How can you talk to me like that?” she whined, pretending to tear up as she moved closer to him.
“We’re not married yet,” he replied coldly. “And I can still change
