The memories hit Rocco's mind like a tidal wave.He saw the images of himself comforting me while his mind was intimately entwined with Scarlett's.He saw the countless nights he'd held my body in his arms, while his mind was with her, whispering how much he missed her."No… it wasn't like that…" Rocco's face was deathly pale, his hands clutching his head. "Caterina, this doesn't mean anything…""Doesn't mean anything?" I sneered. "These are your own memories, Rocco. Things you actually did.""Give me back the moonstone," I said, holding out my hand. "It belonged to my grandmother.""Caterina…" his voice was choked with sobs. "Please, just give me one more chance. I can change, I swear!""I gave you six years of chances," I said, my voice calm. "And every single time, you chose her.""But Caterina, we had so many good memories…""Good memories?" I cut him off. "You mean the ones where you were pretending I was her?"Rocco shattered, slumping over the table as sobs wracked his body."I
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