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The Huracán passes through the gates and disappears from sight.

Watching them leave together.

Fuck.

That hurts.

7. Family Betrayal

Dante

I’m furious.

She actually went to my parents’ house like nothing had happened.

What the hell was she thinking?

She has no place in our family anymore.

“Dante, please…” Bianca says softly, her voice trembling. “You’re driving too fast.”

My eyes flick toward the speedometer.

Fifty-six in the middle of the city.

A curse slips under my breath. Guilt hits immediately, and I ease off the accelerator at once.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” she murmurs, resting a hand on my arm. “I understand… This situation is overwhelming for me too.” She hesitates. “But why would your parents invite your ex-wife? It’s… honestly disrespectful to me. Keeping me at a distance is one thing, but this…” Her voice tightens. “That crossed a line.”

I know she’s right.

But I still don’t like hearing her criticize my family, even after how unfair they’ve been to her.

“They’re not keeping you at a distance. They’re just… reserved. Give them time.”

The words sound false even to my own ears.

An image forces itself into my mind despite me.

Valeria standing in that same living room the day I introduced her to them. My mother’s smile. My father’s firm handshake. The immediate certainty of it all.

She fit effortlessly, as though she’d always been meant to be there.

I shove the memory away.

“I hope they’re not going to force her on us every Sunday,” Bianca says quietly.

I glance toward her.

“I thought you were happy she was alive.”

She holds my gaze for a second before looking away.

“I am. Of course I am. But…”

She hesitates, adjusting the sleeve of her coat.