Chapter 7

(Steve – is a short form of Stefano)

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening as they dripped down on his toned chest. His hands, wrapped in worn-out boxing gloves, were a blur of motion as they continuously tapped the bag. With a swift, powerful kick, he sent the punching bag swinging. The impact reverberated through the gym, resonating with the sound of inner aggression. He circled the bag, eyes never leaving it, as her words reverberated into his ear,

"What if someday you come to know that whatever you had believed till now everything was a façade, what you will do then?"

As he unleashed a flurry of punches, the bag swayed with the force, absorbing the impact of each blow. “Fuck”- he breathed heavily, those words of her were not leaving his mind.

Emily as she claimed of her innocence was something didn’t leave his mind not now nor ever.

Steve sat on the ground, breathing heavily; eyes were fixed at a distance. He remembered really well before he reached any conclusion he