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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven “If Nora Knew, She'd Rage, Not Relax”
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2026-01-15 15:00:39Lorenzo’s POV
I watched her adjust herself on the bed, hips shifting just slightly, her perfume mingling with the heavy scent of the room.
Marta. Always Marta. A woman Antonioni banged for ten years. Every time I banged her, it was like a small betrayal against myself, against everything I was supposed to be holding together, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t care to stop. Not yet.
Marta is t
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