When I'm Not the Madre
I followed Vincenzo's gaze to their intertwined hands.
His fingers were tightly clasped around Sofia's, as if fearing she might suffer even the slightest harm. As for me, I was merely an unwanted intruder.
"That won't be necessary," I said in a voice devoid of any emotion and calmly shifted my gaze away. "I cannot accept your birthday wishes."
Vincenzo was taken aback, probably not expecting such a reaction from me. In the past, no matter how much he hurt me, I would always come crawling back. But this time, I was truly exhausted and done with him.
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