The Fiancé My Best Friend Stole
"Because she reminds me of you."
"How?"
"Small, stubborn, and already terrifying."
Outside, snow fell over Chicago. Inside, Dante sat by the fireplace with Ada asleep against his chest, her tiny fist caught in his shirt. I watched them from the doorway and thought of another life, another ring, another man who had come back too late and asked me to wait again.
I had loved Luca Bellandi. A part of me always would, the way old scars belong to the body even after they stop hurting.
But I didn't waited.
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