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Chapter 37 - Two women. Two lives.

Penulis: Janedoewritings
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-18 11:47:28
Alessia

─ ∘❉∘ ─

Antonio and I saw each other during the day. We talked sometimes, small, polite things that didn’t mean much. We smiled from a distance, two strangers wearing the rings that were supposed to make us one. We were married, sure… but only on paper.

I couldn’t bring myself to be touched, not by him, not by anyone. The thought of Antonio’s hands on me made my lungs close up. Every time he stood too close, I could feel my chest tighten, like the air had turned thick enough to choke me.

I couldn’t even stand Salvatore towering over me anymore, my own brother. The sound of heavy footsteps behind me made my pulse race. The scent of cologne on someone’s collar could make my stomach twist.

And it wasn’t just because of what happened that night. It was because of what I let happen before all that.

I’d screamed before, I’d accused Rino and his friends, I’d made sure everyone heard it. And then, when it actually happened... when they proved me right in the worst way possible,
Janedoewritings

Hey everyone! 💕 I hope you’re all enjoying the story so far. I love seeing how invested you are in every twist and turn! And honestly, Rino has officially become the fan favorite, that man could do anything and you’d still be ready to defend him, lol. Enjoy the chapter! XOXO 💋 – Jane 🌹

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HadiaZi Eja
antonio.. you are so greedy
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Maria L Garcia
Don't like Antonio at all.
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jrnzmchll
but atleast Antonio did loved Alessia..
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