The Wife He Left for Dead
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"Chosen me? Or kept protecting your 'sister'?"
Dante opened his mouth, but no words came out.
"The answer is written all over your face, Dante. Even if you had known, you would have chosen her. Because in your mind, I was your wife. I was supposed to understand, to support you, to wait. And she was the poor victim who needed your protection."
"It's not like that..."
"Enough," Sofia, who had been listening silently, finally spoke. "Isabella, it's time to go."
She signaled her men. They moved in, disarming Dante and restraining his men.