Chapter 68 : The Unraveling Secrets

Fabio couldn’t sleep. The events of the past few days had turned his world upside down, and as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, he felt the weight of his choices pressing down on him like never before. The tension in his chest was unbearable, the fear of what might come next gnawing at his nerves.

He turned to look at Sophia, who was sound asleep beside him, her breathing slow and steady. She had no idea what he was going through—what he was hiding from her. The thought of the secrets he was keeping, the lies he was telling, made him feel like he was drowning in guilt.

Careful not to wake her, Fabio slipped out of bed and walked quietly to the living room. The house was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside that cast long shadows across the walls. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat down on the couch, trying to calm the storm raging inside him.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he picked it up with a sense of dread. It was a text from Marco: *“