Wife of a Don, Queen of Myself
The revered Don Brocchi, who could decide life and death with a single word in Sicaria, now looked almost… pathetic and lost.
"Cassia… Is that really you?"
"Long time no see, Raimondo," I greeted him calmly.
Raimondo took a step forward in desperation, but I immediately stepped back. He stopped at once, not daring to come any closer. Eyes still red, he stared at me, afraid I would vanish again if he blinked.
"But since you've found me, let's make things clear once and for all," I said. "Raimondo, our marriage has long been over. The moment you betrayed me, I already decided I'd never forgive you.
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