The Don's Unsent Letters
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I looked at the note in a daze for a long time.
When I was with Lorenzo, all I could be was the docile housewife who never once interfered in the family business.
With Valentino, the first thing I did when I woke up was talk business.
The foreign feeling of being wanted made my nose burn. I sniffled.
After washing up, I headed downstairs. Valentino was sitting under a huge parasol, reading the newspapers.
He was shirtless, and his body was covered in vicious scars. It was brutal, yet beautiful under the sun.