The Love I Buried with My Own Hands

Summary

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This was the tenth time I’d caught Luca Rossi red-handed in our bedroom.

His reaction wasn't as dramatic as the previous times.

He just glanced nonchalantly at the Rolex on his wrist, then gently draped his leather jacket over the blonde woman in his arms.

"You got the time wrong, Elena," he said, lighting a cigar with a flat tone. "Wasn't your appointment at three? Why are you back so early?"

seeing my silence, he stepped in front of the girl, shielding her like a protector, and patted