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• The night felt like an endless labyrinth of hurt, my soul trapped within it. I unlocked the door with shaking hands, desperately wishing for the escape of sleep if only it could wipe away the remnants of the day. But the instant I turned back toward the bed, the door burst open, crashing against the wall with a violent thud. Lorrenzo stormed in, fury in his eyes, grabbing my arm with a force that made my skin burn. The very hands that had touched that whore were now gripping me, and I could barely control the rage flooding through my veins.
• “Don’t touch me!” I shrieked, twisting violently to break free of his grasp. He was panting, chest heaving with barely contained rage. His disheveled appearance, hair tangled, shirt unbuttoned, only fueled my disgust.
• Macro stood in the doorway, and behind him, Romero and Maria, all silent, all witnesses.