(LAST NIGHT)
My fingers tighten around my ring, and suddenly… I’m back there.
Last night.
The house is quiet—too quiet.
I’ve just gotten off the call with Mr. Sanchez, my client, asking about inquiries on the clothing pieces he ordered. We had been discussing fabrics, adjustments, and delivery timelines—nothing more, nothing personal. Just work.
I turn around, still holding my phone… and freeze.
Dante is standing there.
Watching me.
My fingers instinctively tighten around my ring.
He starts walking toward me slowly, his gaze locked onto mine in a way that makes my chest tighten. It’s a look I’ve come to fear. Not loud. Not angry. Just… cold.
“Who were you talking to?” he asks.
“Oh… I was talking to my client,” I whisper.
His jaw tightens.
“Don’t lie to me.”
My heart starts racing. I don’t understand. I never understand.
What did I do wrong this time?
“I’m not—I…”
I don’t even realize how close he is until—
His hand collides with my cheek.
The sound echoes through the living room.
“You think I’m stupid?”
Tears instantly burn my eyes as I shake my head quickly.
“No, I swear, Dante, I was—”
Before I can finish, his hand grips my throat harshly, slamming me back against the wall. The air leaves my lungs in a second.
I can’t breathe.
“Dante… please…” I manage to choke out.
He lets go just long enough to throw me to the floor, and then the blows come—each one harder than the last, like I’ve committed some unforgivable crime.
I curl into myself, trying to protect what little I can.
Then suddenly… it stops.
Silence.
“Get up. You look a mess,” he says coldly.
And then he walks away.
Just like that.
As if nothing happened.
And just like that… the man who once looked at me like I was everything—
now looks at me like I am nothing.
And that’s when I realize…
this love is not what I had hoped for.
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