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Cracks in the House

Author: A.H. Hassan
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-14 23:32:31

Mrs. Romano’s POV

The car ride dragged on forever. My husband was right there, staring straight ahead, knuckles white, practically strangling his own knees. And when he finally spoke, his words just kept coming; loud, messy.

“Disgrace,” he murmured. “Shameful. In front of everyone. Years of planning ruined. Our name was dragged in the dirt because of that boy.”

I said nothing. What cut me was the picture in my mind that refused to leave; Alessandro’s face, pale and trembling, his eyes wide with a hurt so deep it looked almost childlike.

He hadn’t looked at me. He hadn’t looked at anyone.

When those massive gates finally creaked open, I exhaled this tight breath I didn’t even know I was holding in. The Romano place stood there, just eyeing me up, waiting for me to trip up.

Servants clustered at the doorway. I caught bits of hushed gossip floating in the air; just scraps, but enough to know they were talking about me. News sure did sprint around here. They always did.

My husband stormed
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