REINA
“Divorce my son and marry me.”
For two whole days, those words wouldn’t leave my mind.
When I first had s*x with Domenico, I already knew it could end badly if not for both of us, at least for me. I wasn’t stupid. You don’t cross a line like that and expect peace afterward. But I didn’t think it would get this bad.
Domenico wasn’t the kind of man who fell for people. Paolo once said his father’s children came from two women who were never really married to him—just convenient arrangements. No love. No ties. No strings attached.
So why me? Why now? Why did he have to change?
I woke up this morning with the same tightness in my chest I’d been carrying since that day. It wasn’t simple shame or guilt. Those were small things you could shake off with a shower or sleep. This felt big
