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My parents moved to the coast while Dante was still in prison.Mom had wanted to live near the water for years. There had always been a reason to wait: work, the mortgage, a daughter who might need them nearby.After Dad retired, they rented a small house with a balcony overlooking the beach.For the first few months, Mom kept saying they could go back whenever they wanted.Then she bought plants for the balcony.Dad complained that she was leaving him no room for his chair. She told him he could stand.I heard her laugh before I reached the open door.It stopped me.I had missed that sound.There were still difficult days. Dad still went quiet whenever he saw women my age walk past.Mom kept my photograph beside their bed. Sometimes she’d talk to it about her day. Other times, she would pick up her phone and start typing a message to me, only to stop and put it down.But they began going out in the mornings.Mom learned to take videos on her phone. She would record the sea for severa
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By the time the case went to trial, winter had come.Tessa wore a plain dark jacket, her hair tied back. When she entered the courtroom, she looked toward the seats behind her.Dante sat beside his father.For a moment, Tessa seemed relieved.Then she saw my parents across the aisle and looked away.The evidence took days to present.The bakery’s warnings. The false approval bearing my signature. The footage from the dressing room.I had spent so much of our relationship trying to explain why Tessa’s behavior hurt me.Now strangers read her messages aloud, and no one told me I was being too sensitive.When Tessa testified, her lawyer asked her what she had intended.“A joke,” she said. “Something funny for the wedding video.”“Did you intend to injure Isabella?”“No. Never.”She began to cry.“I know how it looks now. But we’d all known each other for years. We joked around.”Later, the prosecutor showed her the bakery’s warning.“You were told someone could suffer a serious facial or
My Mafia Fiancé’s Regret Came Too Late Chapter 10
Dante moved into the house we had been meant to share.I’d chosen it because of the windows overlooking the garden. He had wanted somewhere closer to the estate, but after our second visit, he’d handed me the keys.“You’re already deciding where the furniture goes,” he’d said. “We’re taking it.”The furniture was there now.So were the books I’d brought over, the ridiculous yellow armchair he’d pretended to hate, and two mugs waiting beside the coffee machine.My suitcase was still packed for our honeymoon.Dante left his bag by the door and walked through the rooms without turning on the lights.In the bedroom, he opened the wardrobe.My clothes filled one side. On the other, someone had hung the shirts and suits he’d sent ahead.He touched the sleeve of one of my dresses, then sat on the bed.He had brought my phone with him. The police had returned it after examining it, and Dad had let him keep it long enough to copy our photographs.For several minutes, Dante scrolled without open
My Mafia Fiancé’s Regret Came Too Late Chapter 9
In the days that followed, the investigation established how the support rod had entered through my left eye and caused a catastrophic brain injury.But I hadn’t died the moment my face hit the cake.I had still been alive when I caught Dante’s wrist.Alive when he told me to stop making a scene.No one could say for certain whether immediate help would have saved me. What they knew was that I had struggled, and the people holding me had kept holding on.Dante read that part of the report over and over.His father sat across from him. The family’s lawyer was speaking, explaining something about what Dante had known and what Tessa had concealed.Dante placed the report on the desk.“She was still alive.”The lawyer stopped.“When she grabbed me,” Dante said. “She was still alive.”His father reached across the desk, but Dante stood before he could touch him.He went upstairs and shut the bedroom door.I followed.He sat on the edge of the bed where we had slept the night before our wedd
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Dante found the conversation and handed his phone to the detective.I had sent the messages the night before our wedding.Tessa seems to be planning something. Every time I ask, she laughs and tells me to wait.Whatever she’s planning, please put a stop to it. His replies were directly underneath.I’ll handle her.Nobody’s doing anything you’re not comfortable with.You have my word.The detective scrolled through the conversation, then returned the phone.Dante kept looking at the screen.I remembered how relieved I’d felt when those messages arrived. I had put my phone down and gone back to packing for our honeymoon.For once, I hadn’t felt the need to explain why I was upset.He understood. He’d promised.The videographer had recorded everything.A camera had been set up in the corner to capture the final preparations. In the confusion afterward, no one had thought to turn it off.The footage began with Marco and Enzo wheeling in the cake.There I was, smiling.I had no idea how li
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Dad stood just inside the doorway, staring at me. He hadn’t moved since the paramedic spoke.Then he walked past Dante and knelt beside Mom.He put an arm around her, but his eyes stayed on my face.“Can they take that thing out?” he asked.His voice was so quiet that the paramedic leaned closer.“Please. My wife shouldn’t have to look at our daughter like this.”Mom gripped his sleeve.Only then did Dad turn to Dante.“Who did this?”Dante looked toward Tessa.Dad followed his gaze.Tessa started crying harder.“It was an accident. We were just…”“I asked him.”She fell silent.Dante swallowed.“She pushed her into the cake.”“And where were you?”He didn’t answer.Dad stood. I had seen him angry before, but never like this. He wasn’t shouting. He was waiting, watching Dante with a concentration that frightened me.“You were in here?”“Yes.”“Then why didn’t you stop it?”Dante’s face crumpled.“I thought it was a joke.”Dad looked at the broken cake, then back at me.“A joke?” He sta
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