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Chapter 75

Author: Jedidiah
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-25 01:59:57

ROSA’S POV

I stood there sobbing till Liana came to me and held me in her arms. I held onto the letter even though it smelled like Bianca.

I don’t know how paper can carry a scent, but I swore I caught the faint trace of her perfume the moment I tore it open. It was sweet, and powdery, like roses wilting in an old vase.

Bianca was going to marry Enzo. My Enzo. How could this be? Was it such a long time ago I woke up in his arms before I ran into Pietro? I swallowed down the sting rising in my throat and read the letter over and over again.

Liana crossed her arms. “Are you okay?”

“No.” My voice cracked on the single word. “She knew exactly what she was doing by sending this.”

“Then why let it affect you?” she asked softly, walking closer. “You know Bianca doesn’t fight fair.”

“I don’t… I don’t know Liana…” I stopped. I didn’t even know what I was looking for. Hope? Closure? Lies?

“You still love him,” Liana said, crouching beside me.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.

She watched me fo
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