Page 237 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

Then she straightens again.

“Your wife who always looked down on me. Who flaunted her generosity, her success, her kindness just to make me feel small.”

She truly believes what she’s saying.

“She offered you a job when nobody else would hire you. She trusted you. She brought you into her company, her life, our circle.”

I lean forward slightly.

“And you repaid her with jealousy, lies, and violence.”

Her cuffed hands tighten against the table.

“You never understood anything,” she hisses. “You only see what you want to see in people.”

“Maybe.”

I hold her gaze.

“But I see you clearly now.”

Something cracks behind her eyes. Not remorse. Rage.

“And yet you’re here,” she says. “You pretend to despise me, but you crossed this entire city to come see me.”

“I’m here to close a door.”

She goes still.

I continue calmly:

“You will never be part of our lives again. No more messages. No more manipulation. No more shadow hanging over us.”

She lets out a hollow laugh.

“You really think this is over? People like me always come back.”

“No.”

I shake my head.

“People like you mistake obsession for power.”

Silence falls again.

Then she changes tactics, just like she always does when one strategy fails.

Her voice softens.

“Dante… I was lost. I never meant for any of this to happen. But I love you.”

I look at her for a long moment before answering.

“No. You wanted what my life represented. My position. My name. What Valeria and I built together.”

Her mouth tightens.

“You’ve never known what it means to love someone more than yourself.”