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I glanced down to find Alessandro‘ s eyes. boring into mine, his grip unyielding, he growled, his voice low but dangerous.
“Are you really still mad about Luca going with Isobel yesterday?”
I blinked, startled by the sudden
aggression in his tone. Alessandro wasn’t the type to confront me like this, at least not openly. Not until now.
“Alessandro,” Luca’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and commanding. His dark eyes had narrowed at his associate, a clear warning in his gaze.
Before Alessandro could respond, Isobel chimed in again, her tone saccharine sweet. “I’m really sorry, Elena. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble between you and Luca. Maybe I should‘ ve asked if it was okay for him to join me. And Luca, you probably owe her an apology too.”
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Luca glanced between us, clearly confused by Isobel’s sudden shift in tone. He didn’t see the smug little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips when he turned away. It was a game to her–one she clearly enjoyed.
“Apologize?” Luca‘ s eyes darkened as he turned back to me. “For what?
Yesterday‘ s meeting was important. Isobel‘ s deal with the Mancini family could bring in millions for our operations. I was handling business.”
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Our anniversary. The one night he‘ d promised to spend with me, forgotten and buried under the weight of another deal.
“Of course,” I said, my voice tight with barely concealed bitterness. I yanked my wrist free from Alessandro s grip, my forced smile faltering. “No need for apologies, Luca. I need to go now.”
Without another word, I walked out of the private room, my heart pounding with a
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mix of anger and hurt. As the door clicked shut behind me, their muffled voices
continued.
“Luca, she’s clearly upset. You should say something,” Isobel‘ s voice filtered through.
“She said no apology was needed!” Alessandro’s frustration was apparent.
“What? You think-”
“Enough,” Luca‘ s voice cut them off decisively. “She just needs some time. Let her cool down.”
I clenched my fists, the cold night air stinging my skin as I stepped outside. His. words cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I flagged down a taxi, my mind racing as ther car sped towards my apartment.
Ridiculous.
How could Luca dismiss my feelings so easily? How could they all act like I was overreacting? Like I was some jealous,
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But the truth was clear. I wasn‘ t imagining it. Luca had been prioritizing Isobel more and more. His focus had shifted, and every time he dropped
everything for her, I felt smaller, more insignificant.
Tears welled up, slipping down my cheeks. as I struggled to hold back my sobs. The pain was raw, unbearable.
Luca: [Are you home yet?]
I glanced at my phone, his message glaring at me through the notification bubble. I closed the screen without replying, tossing the phone onto my desk.
My apartment felt foreign, like I didn’t belong here anymore. It had been so long since I’d spent a full night in this place, and the dust had piled up, making it feel abandoned.
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After cleaning for what felt like hours, I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted. But just as I was about to drift off, my phone buzzed again.
Luca: The dinner tonight didn’t go so well. We’ll need to invite them again to smooth things over.]
I left the message on read, staring at the ceiling. My phone vibrated again, but I ignored it.
Instead, I opened InstaPic, the first post catching my eye. (@Isobel.Calderon.
It was a picture of her in the back of Luca’s armored SUV. He was staring out the window, phone in hand, while she leaned against his shoulder with a smile. that screamed triumph.
The caption read: [Thank you to my favorite partner in crime. Always looking out for your number one.]
The post had been uploaded less than two minutes ago. It was private, for close
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I scoffed. So she had finally decided to make her move? Fine. Let her have him. It didn’t matter anymore.
With a detached smirk, I tapped out a quick comment: [Congratulations, you deserve it.]
I hit send and tossed my phone aside, deciding it was time to put an end to this night. Tomorrow, I’d figure out what to do
next.
