My Mafia Fiancé Cheats; I Buy the Club
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He started playing his favorite card—the emotional manipulation. It was his go-to weapon after every mistake, and it had never failed him before.
In the past, I'd always softened. But today, watching his clumsy, fake performance, I only felt disgusted.
I yanked my hand away from his like I'd touched something filthy.
"Vincenzo Rossi." My voice came out steady and cold. "We're done."
The room went silent. Vincenzo stood frozen in place, like he was seeing me for the first time.
A few seconds later, he suddenly laughed. The sound was full of contempt and disdain.