Luciano placed her in the passenger seat and carefully tucked the seatbelt around her. Rosa sat perfectly still, unable to move, her body too frozen in shock to shift even an inch. He rounded the car, climbed into the driver’s seat, and fired the ignition. As they tore away, Rosa kept her eyes glued to the window, remaining hauntingly silent. Luciano kept his focus on the road, but his gaze flickered toward her at intervals, checking on her.
After a while, Rosa took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled, as if finally coming to her senses. She turned to face her ex-husband. “Mr. Mancini, please stop the car.”
Luciano didn't stop. He remained impassive, his face a mask of stone as if he hadn't heard a word.
Rosa sighed and spoke again, her voice firmer this time. “Mr. Mancini, please. I want
