Viktor lost his mind trying to call me, but I had already blocked his number.When he logged into Instagram, he discovered I had removed him there too.I had cut him completely out of my life, cleanly and thoroughly, erasing him from every connection we shared.He immediately tore through the streets in his car and rushed back to the brownstone villa we once shared in Brooklyn.However, everything belonging to me was already gone.Even the cabinet in the study, the one filled with photographs from our first date to every wedding anniversary afterward, had been burned to ashes.Viktor slammed his fist into the charred remains. Glass sliced open his hand, blood dripping down his knuckles.Ignoring the injury, he immediately called the family Consigliere."Use every contact we have. Find Isabella."Three hours later, he learned that I had returned to the old Palma family estate. Without hesitation, he drove straight there.His car stopped outside the iron gates.My father, Enzo
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