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Chapter Fifty-One (Cara)

Author: Sabrina Noelle
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-20 00:34:53

I don’t confront him. That’s the difference this time. I recognize the signs. I recognize the emotional withdrawal disguised as restraint, the self-punishment masquerading as humility. I’ve lived around men like this. Men who decide they’re too broken and think that absolves them from being loved. Giovanni isn’t dramatic about it. He doesn’t mope. He doesn’t complain. He just fades and that scares me.

One afternoon, I mention his birthday casually while we’re in the kitchen.

“It’s coming up,” I
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