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"I'm going to be honest here, we've been here for at least about a week after you called her. Mi dispiace fratello. Ma non è qui." Valero confirmed. It's like every time I get close to her she knows. So she leaves. I don't understand how she can do this to me?
Translation: I'm sorry, brother. But she's not here.
Another question is: why hasn't she told me about Hezekiah or Mardlinna? My son, I can't doubt that Hezekiah isn't my son. I was her first, as I. I'm sure we didn't use condoms. Without and fucking doubt.
What hurts me worst is: why have another kid with another man? Even after everything we've been through. I get it, I left her, but still I'm a very jealous man.
"Look fratello," he starts to walk around my desk, as he puts his hand on my shoulder and resumes, "maybe wait for her and in the process ask: why is she doing this? Maybe she has a perfect explanation." I heard my brother, as I was lost in my thoughts.
Translation: Brother
I scoffed, "you don't understand brother, she's fleeing with a man. A man who she has a kid with. Maybe be in love with him still. You were right. She is playing with my feelings, getting all her payback for what I did." I let out. I start looking through my phone and see some of our pictures from when we were sixteen all the way to when we were once ten.
She's really giving me a headache playing cat and mouse. Soon baby girl I'll get you back and I want to know them secrets you've been hiding from me.
Valero let's our a breath. "Massimo, I was wrong. I can see she's in love with you." It seemed like it's something he hates. He said them in such angry way, yet, doing his best to make it sound so precious.
Why the fuck is he angry about that?
"What makes you so sure Valero?" I asked, putting my phone down. Giving him all my attention.
"Because I see it myself. I see the love she still haves for you. She's just hurt that you left her. She'll be back when she's ready." I spotted a picture from when we were on our honeymoon in Acapulco.
"How about this, my king?" She asked, putting a paper in my view. I always knew my queen was such a good drawer.
It was a compass, circles of dots while across cross on another. It was the mix of the three. While on the top had M on the right had T on the bottom was a B, and for the left was a H. Underneath the tattoo was Dior. She was always a fan of that brand.
