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THE BREAKING POINT.
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2026-11-15 05:53:31
RomanWritesLeave a comment…please. This chapter and the one before hurts to write…I know. After their marriage, it ought to be an happy ever after…isn’t it. But love and life has a way of being cruel. Lorenzo is seen to regress in this chapter coming off as selfish, yes sure. Reminds Seraphina of one of her worst days… and using Aunt Gia's guilt, her deepest shame, as a weapon to keep her silent. I feel so much for Louis…. He has no idea that the woman he's comforting, the woman he's promising to protect, is the reason he lost his parents in the first place. And when he yelled at Lorenzo…"She's your mother! She's suffered enough!"…he was speaking from a place of pure, beautiful empathy. He was defending Seraphina because he thought Lorenzo was being cruel.
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