Gina
“No,” I cut in sharply, my voice slicing through the thick tension like a blade. The sound carries enough weight to halt their murmurings mid-sentence. Vittorio’s lips press together in a tight line, his jaw flexing as if bracing for an argument. Leone flinches ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing in surprise before darting to Milo, who looks caught off guard, his mouth half-open as if he might speak, but he can’t quite find the words. The air grows heavier, the kind of silence that hums with anticipation and discomfort.
“It started with a betrayal. Don’t dress it up like it was some noble move to protect a legacy.” My gaze sweeps to my husband.
“You have some fantasy in your head that you’d have been better off with him than me! A child’s dream!”
“Exactly, Vittorio, I was a f****
