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Chapter 94 - Rino. Fucking. Lombardi. Again.

Autor: Janedoewritings

Última actualización: 2025-12-02 13:34:16

Alessia

─ ∘❉∘ ─

I never drink.

Especially not after that night... my sister-in-law’s pills, too much wine, and one stupid, blurry decision with my fiancé that blew up half my life. I swore I’d never let myself get that out of control again.

And I kept that promise.

Mostly.

A glass here and there, something nice with dinner, champagne on New Year’s. Enough to be social, enough to feel normal.

But never the bottle.

I don’t touch the bottle.

Which is why it felt wrong, viscerally wrong to be sitting alone in my bedroom now, legs tucked under me, staring blankly at the TV while chugging mouthful after mouthful of Château Pétrus 1989 straight from the damn thing.

A wine you’re supposed to sip, admire, whisper about.

I was drinking it like water. I didn’t even taste it anymore. It just burned, then numbed.

For three whole days, I’d been texting my daughter and my son-in-law nonstop. I was calling, refreshing, calling again, begging for just one answer. One sign.

Nothing.

Of c

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Comentarios (7)

Cynthia

Ya know - after reading this and truly seeing what happened from Rino’s perspective…. It’s just amazing… talk about going to the depths of the world for love

S W

loving it ...

Alexa

yes, it was his decisions that made him go to jail, but once Alessia find out why he ended up in jail for she will understand why he said all those things

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