Vincenzo’s POV
The moment I told her the truth, her eyes glazed over with disbelief, as if I had just shattered everything she thought she knew about herself. She shook her head, lips parted in protest. For a brief second, I wondered if she was going to argue with me or run away. But instead, she rose from the mattress, the duvet slipping from her body like she was in a frenzy, desperate to disprove the words I had just spoken.
“You’re lying,” she whispered at first, but there was panic in her voice now, a growing desperation that she couldn’t quite hide. “This—this can’t be real.”
She came at me, her body trembling with a mix of anger and fear, and for a moment, I let her approach. I didn’t want to push her, not yet. I wanted to see her face, wanted to see the way she tried to fight it
