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Severing Ties
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The evening sun dipped low, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling Amato estate.Dinner had been a quiet, tense affair — the twins happily chattered about their day, oblivious to the storm brewing between their parents.Alessandro had sensed it the moment Antonia walked through the door.There was a new distance in her.Not anger — something colder, something final.After dinner, Antonia wiped Matteo’s and Antonio’s mouths gently, her touch lingering a second longer on Antonio’s ear aid, her heart tightening."Go get ready for bed, amore mio," she murmured, ruffling their hair.The boys ran upstairs, their laughter echoing down the marble halls.When she straightened, she found Alessandro watching her from across the dining room, his arms crossed, his eyes shadowed.She didn't flinch.She didn’t even pretend to smile.Without a word, she wiped her hands on a towel and motioned him to follow her into the private study.Once the door closed behind them, silence fell — thick and
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The couch creaked softly as Antonia shifted under the thin throw blanket, the cold of the leather beneath her seeping into her bones.She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to sleep, to escape the ache that wrapped around her chest like a vice.Sleep didn’t come easily.Her mind was a battlefield — memories clawing their way to the surface, sharp and merciless.Still, somewhere between exhaustion and heartbreak, she drifted into a restless slumber.And the past came rushing back.—She was in their bedroom.Morning sunlight filtered in through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in a soft golden glow. The air was warm, and the faint scent of Alessandro’s cologne lingered in the sheets.Antonia stirred slightly, still half-asleep, feeling the heavy comfort of the blankets around her — and then...A kiss.Soft, lingering, pressed to the hollow of her shoulder.A low chuckle followed as she buried her face deeper into the pillow."Wake up, bella," Alessandro murmured against her s
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The city moved around her — cars streaming by, people bustling down sidewalks — but inside Antonia’s car, it was quiet. Too quiet.She gripped the steering wheel tighter as she pulled into the underground parking lot of SKYE TECH. Her new reality pressed against her chest, heavy and suffocating.Today would be the first day she worked side by side with Alessandro after everything. After the lies. After the breaking of trust she thought would never happen between them.As she turned off the ignition, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her face was perfectly composed — makeup flawless, hair neatly tucked into a bun — but her eyes betrayed her. They looked tired. Guarded.Still, she straightened her shoulders. She wouldn't let him see how much he had broken her. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.Stepping out of the car, she grabbed her handbag and headed for the elevators.Each step echoed around her, sharp and solitary.When she reached the executive floor, she hesitated
