Chapter 89

• || SANCIA's POV ||
• The night blurred around me as I drove, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. The soft glow of the dashboard lights did nothing to comfort me. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, trembling with a mix of anger, humiliation, and heartbreak. The words from Grandfather’s mouth echoed in my mind like a cruel mantra: “A wife who can’t even bear children.”
• I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand, but it was no use. The tears kept falling, blinding me as the headlights of passing cars streaked across the windshield. My heart ached with every mile I put between myself and the gathering. Between myself and Vincenzo.