Third-Person POVNo matter what, Aldo refused to believe that Celia would leave without saying goodbye. At the family dinner that night, he had no choice but to hide the truth from his parents. He told them that Celia was away on a business trip and couldn't make it back on time. "Aldo, what's going on between you and Celia?" his father, Mattia Vitale, asked, setting his fork and knife down. "We're fine. Dad, she's just a little busy with work."His mother, Rosella Russo, stared at him in silence. "Is that so? Then, why did the people at the winery tell me it's over between the two of you? The butler also told me that Celia had started packing up her things last week."Aldo stopped cutting into his steak. He suddenly thought about how Celia had been treating him lately. On the surface, it was just like any other tantrum. But when he thought about it more carefully, he realized it was a little different this time. In the past, whenever she got upset, she would cry to vent h
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