Daniele's voice shook as he asked again, "You want the pin back?"I closed the box and met his eyes, steady and calm. "Since you're taking the necklace back, you shouldn't hold onto the pin before the wedding. We can figure out the rest later."Daniele sighed in relief, then reluctantly unclipped the pin from his suit and handed it to me.I'd ordered that pin custom-made for him, with the Moretti family crest engraved on it.A year ago, during a shootout, that pin, sitting right over Daniele's breast pocket, had stopped a bullet that would've killed him.That night, he'd held me and cried until dawn, whispering that I'd saved his life.With a voice full of devotion, he'd said, "Regina, if it weren't for you, I'd already be with God. I'll treat you right for the rest of my life."Now I knew none of it had ever been true.After setting the pin down, Daniele didn't say another word. He just grabbed Sofia's hand and walked out.When the engine of their car finally rumbled to life
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