|| Cora ||
I drove away from the mansion, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The road stretched out before me, dark and endless, mirroring the chaos in my mind. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a painful reminder of what I had left behind. Lorenzo. His name echoed in my head, a bittersweet ache that refused to fade. Had I done the right thing? Leaving him, leaving everything—was it the only way to protect myself, to protect him? The questions swirled in my mind, unanswered and unrelenting.
If I had stayed, it would have hurt me more. It would have hurt him more. The weight of his mother’s words, Rachel’s cruel taunts, and the constant threat of Marco’s men closing in—it was too much. Sooner this was over, the better. At least, that’s wha
