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Chapter 26

I assumed Domenico was just making up the story about leaving the country to silence Dad and Julia, but it turns out we were actually heading to Greece.

We boarded the private plane about an hour ago. Right now, we're tucked away in the bedroom at the back, stocked with some snacks and water. It's late, and I was completely exhausted — which is exactly why I chose to crash in the bedroom.

I decided to get some sleep while Domenico sat beside me in bed, finishing up a bit of work on his laptop so we could enjoy a peaceful honeymoon without any interruptions. I was in a deep sleep when he woke me up and said, "Baby, come on, get up — we're about to land. We need to get seated and buckled in."

I let out a groggy groan as I dragged myself upright, trailing behind Domenico with my messy bed hair on full display. I didn't care that the onboard staff saw me like that. Moments after we buckled in, the plane touched down, and we stepped straight into a waiting vehicle.

Fortunately, I chose comfort for the flight — leggings, a long-sleeved top, and a hoodie tied around my waist. I'm not bothered by what people think about the wife of a Capo dressing like a college student, because that's exactly what I am. And it's not like Domenico's some old guy either. He fell for the college girl — messy hair, casual clothes, and all. If he were only interested in looks, I wouldn't have given him the time of day. That's just not who I am. What matters most to me is the heart, not appearances.

The driver dropped us off at a house just a few meters from the beach, then made several trips hauling our bags up what felt like two million steps to reach the front door. I tried to help, but Domenico wouldn't let me lift a finger. Why he chose this place, of all locations, is beyond me. Sure, I enjoy working out — but I don't think anyone signs up for a stair-climbing session while on a holiday meant for relaxing.

As we stepped through the door of the stunning home, Domenico said, "We're staying here for a week, then we're heading to Italy." The interior was a beautiful blend of white and beige tones, and the lounge welcomed us with massive windows and a balcony to the left, complete with a small splash pool overlooking the sea. The two-bedroom unit was more than spacious enough for just the two of us. Sleek stainless-steel appliances filled the kitchen, and the fridge was fully stocked. The whole place was exactly my style — cozy, homey, and tastefully simple without being over the top.

It was midday, so I decided to freshen up with a shower. I chose a light, flowy dress with a bikini underneath — the heat here is no joke, and you never know when a swim might be on the cards, so I like to stay prepared.

Domenico was caught up in business calls in the other bedroom, which was a bit disappointing — I'd hoped work would be the last thing on his mind during our honeymoon. Wanting to make the most of the moment, I poured myself a glass of champagne and settled on the balcony, admiring the stunning view of the deep blue sea and soaking in the peaceful surroundings.

I sat quietly, lost in thought about how much my life has transformed since leaving that toxic environment behind. I've grown in ways I never imagined. It felt like what I imagine a flower experiences when it begins to bloom — a sense of freedom and lightness. For the first time, I felt truly happy. And I know this is just the beginning; there's so much more to this happiness waiting to unfold.

I still have so many unanswered questions for Dad, but I know uncovering the truth will take time. I need those answers — not out of anger, but for closure. Only then can I truly turn the page on that chapter of my life.

My thoughts were interrupted when Domenico joined me, settling into the seat across from me with a glass of his favorite whiskey in hand.

"What's the plan for dinner?" I asked, taking another sip of my crisp, slightly bitter champagne.