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AUTHOR’S POV
Adeline’s hands trembled as she scrolled through her phone, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
The proof was there—staring back at her in the form of texts, images, call logs. Every single thing she had suspected, every single betrayal she had dreaded, was confirmed with cruel clarity.
Her fingers shook so badly she almost dropped the phone, but she forced herself to hold on, forced herself to keep breathing.
Her heart pounded as she turned the screen toward Luciano, her voice barely above a whisper.
“See for yourself.”
Luciano hesitated for only a second before taking the phone from her hands. His dark eyes scanned the evidence, his brows furrowing as he processed what he was seeing.
The air in the room seemed to thicken, growing heavier with each
