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So why, dammit?
Why was he feeling disappointed that she hadn't proven him wrong?
Lorenzo felt a sudden and violent need to be away from her.
But before he could jerk away—-
"You actually made me want to run away at first. But at the same time, there was just something about you..."
And this time, it was his wife's turn to blush.
"I found you terribly exciting, too."
His wife whispered the words as if confessing a lurid sin.
"And I didn't get it at that time, but I get it now. Because the more time I spend with you, the more I'm starting to see why Nonna chose you and how all the stories about you are wrong—-"
"The media would not take kindly to you saying that."
"But I'm right, aren't I? They were wrong about you."
Lorenzo's lips tightened at the question.
The moment the judge had declared him guilty, not once had he been tempted to defend himself again.
"Weren't they?"
Not once, dammit.
And yet in the face of his wife's unwavering trust in him, Lorenzo found himself doing the unthinkable.
"Yes."
All his life, he had thought God wanted to pay for his sins by keeping a vow of silence.
"I didn't want to kill him."
But there was just something about the way Gazelle was looking at him that made Lorenzo think maybe...
Just maybe he was wrong about God.
"I gave him a chance to change. I fucking pleaded for him to change. And he said yes."
His voice turned gritty, and his throat tightened.
"But the moment I turned my back, he fucking tried to stab me."
And the memories that he had tried his damnedest to bury—-
"After that, it was my life or his."
The moment they were unleashed, there was no turning back.
Why, dammit?
It was what he had ended up screaming in his mind as he sank to his knees.
Why?
