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Chapter 42

Penulis: Ember
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CALISTA'S P.O.V

I didn't waste any more time that I didn't have. I didn't give myself time to think as I hastily changed out of my dress into leggings and a dark hoodie. If I flattered, I would think about leaving Lilian, Lucas and Nonna—people who I had all come to love.

I knew it was cowardice of me to abandon everything and disappear just like that, but I couldn't stay a second longer, not when Roman was in there with her. Touching her.

The back of my eyes and nose burned, and my throat tightened with the need to cry. Roman could do whatever he wanted to do, I don't care anymore. I was leaving. After all, our marriage was never supposed to last. It was just something to save me from Matteo. It's fine. I will be fine.

I needed to leave Chicago for Ohio so I could breathe. Roman and I can….. we can divorce afterward, and maybe I'll come back, continue my business and….

Something wet and warm slid down my cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb. Now wasn't the time to cry over him.

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