Dario’s POV The moment I stepped into the car, I knew I was already at the edge. Not because she drank champagne. Not because she argued. But because she chose another man. In front of everyone. She sat beside him like she belonged there. Laughing. Smiling. Looking free. Free. As if she wasn’t wearing my ring. As if she hadn’t just stood in the middle of the Nostra with me as my wife to be. I closed the car door harder than necessary. The driver immediately pulled off without being told. The silence lasted three seconds. Then she exploded. “What the hell was that, Dario?!” she shouted, turning toward me. “Why did you have to smash the glass? Why did you threaten him? Gabriel did nothing to you!” I kept my eyes forward. “You should be thankful,” I said evenly, “that I didn’t put a bullet in his skull.” She froze for half a second. Then she laughed in disbelief. “You’re insane.” “If you ever disgrace me like that again,” I continued, my voice lowering, “I will not tolera
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