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danced in the slivers of sunlight that pierced the drawn curtains, illuminating the empty bottles scattered

he bitterness, before the betrayal. She was laughing, her face radiant, paint smudged on her cheek. My thumb traced the contour of her smil

al clink of a bottle hitting the floor. I closed my eyes, a wave of self-loathing washing over me. I ha

the frame shattering against the wall. The sound of splintering glass was a mirror to my own fragmente

n her hands. She wore a silk dressing gown, her hair perfectly coiffed, a stark contrast to my own disarray. "Darlin

. "Get out, Alessandra," I growled, my voice hoarse. "Get out

otion. She was a leech! A parasite! She only cared about your money, not you!" She stepped closer, her hand reaching for

"You call this love, Alessandra? You, who reveled in her pain? You, who constantly wh

at are you talking about? I only ever tried to protect you! She was

n't know?" I lunged forward, grabbing her arm, my grip bruising. "I saw the videos, Alessandra. The ones from the hidden cameras I installed after the 'acciden

searching for an escape. "No! Cade, you don't understand

he only woman who ever truly loved me! You made me a monster!" I pointed a trembling finger at her. "Get out of my house. Get out of my life. And if I ever

a mask of fear and disbelief. "You... you can't

ce cold and hard. "You are nothing, Alessandra. Nothing but

in her eyes. "She's not worth it, Cade! She's a nobody

me. She deserved so much more. And I, you, we destroyed it all." My gaze drifted to the shattered photo of Blaire

nce of the villa. I watched her go, a hollow victory in my chest. It felt like I had r

," I whispered, my voice thick with unshed tears. "My love. What have I done? I killed our

ke my heart. I closed my eyes, the image of Blaire's tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with hatred, burning behind my eyel