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42. The Ex-Fiancée

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SOFIA

I stared at Ariana in disbelief for several seconds, my mind still struggling to process what she’d just said. The name was still floating around in my head, and I couldn’t quite explain how it made me feel. Queasy seemed like the right word, but I wasn’t entirely sure.

"So you’re saying Adrian was engaged?" I asked, trying to sound casual, and not like the walls were closing in on me.

"Yeah. But it was a long time ago,” Ariana said, her eyes shifting nervously as she looked hesitant.

"Why didn't you mention her before?" I asked, hating how desperate I sounded.

Ariana sighed, pushing her long hair back from her face as she sank further into the couch and said, "Because it's not a story I like telling. And because Adrian doesn't talk about it at all."

I folded my arms and waited for her to continue, and when she saw that I wasn't letting this go, she gave in with a quiet sigh.

"Her name was Alessia Marino,” she said. “She came from a very powerful family which is tied to som
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