Ortensia couldn't understand what she was feeling. Sadness? Hurt? She didn't know. How could she feel hurt after everything that had happened? After all, Vito made it perfectly clear from the start: he was going to torment her, punish her for a crime she had no part in. That was the deal, it wasn't about love, he didn't love her, and she certainly couldn't trust him. So why did it still sting?
She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ignore the tightening of her chest. Why did it feel like the s*x had meant something to him? Why did she convince herself that last night's actions meant anything more than just another one of his games? He had f****d her, used her, and not even 24 hours later, he brought in another woman, another body to f**k and claim as his own.
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