My Man (18+) ✔️

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Vincent sat in his office, a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion swirling inside him. His eyes scanned the note repeatedly, the words etching themselves into his mind. He couldn't believe that Inessa had left him, that she had chosen to play him in return for what she perceived as his own deceit. The realization hit him hard, stirring up a storm of emotions within him.

As he finished reading the letter, a deep rage welled up inside Vincent. He crumpled the paper in his hand, his grip tightening around it. He couldn't comprehend why Inessa had chosen this path, why she felt the need to deceive him and leave without a trace. It felt like a betrayal, a sharp knife stabbing into his heart.

Without hesitation, Vincent activated his Mafia boss mode. He knew the power and resources at his disposal, and he intended to use them to find Inessa. He called upon his trusted team, gathering them together in a strategic meeting. His voice carried an air of determination and fury as he outlined his plans to track down Inessa and bring her back, no matter the cost.

Days turned into weeks, and Vincent's relentless pursuit continued. He spared no expense, utilizing all his connections and resources to uncover any trace of Inessa's whereabouts. Every lead was followed, every possible avenue explored. But despite their best efforts, Inessa remained elusive, leaving no trail for them to follow.

In the midst of his search, Mirabella, Vincent's sister, stepped into his office. Her concern for her brother was evident in her eyes as she observed his distraught state. She approached him cautiously, aware of the volatile emotions brewing within him.

"Vincent, I understand your anger and your desire to find Inessa," Mirabella began, her voice laced with empathy. "But you need to consider the consequences of your actions. Is it worth risking everything for someone who has chosen to leave?"

Vincent's eyes narrowed as he took a swig of vodka, the burning liquid momentarily numbing his pain. He locked gazes with Mirabella, his voice filled with determination. "She made her choice, Mirabella. She played her game, and now it's my turn to find her. I won't rest until she's back here with me."

Mirabella sighed, her concern etched on her face. "Vincent, I understand your anger, but revenge won't bring her back. Sometimes, the best course of action is to let go and move on."

Vincent's grip tightened around his glass, his knuckles turning white. "I can't just let go, Mirabella. She meant everything to me, and she just vanished without a trace. I won't stop until I find her and get the answers I deserve."

Mirabella's eyes filled with worry as she watched Vincent's determination turn into something more dangerous. She reached out a hand, gently resting it on his arm. "Vincent, I know you're hurting, but don't let this consume you. It's not healthy for you or anyone else involved."

Vincent's gaze shifted towards his sister, and his expression hardened. "You don't understand, Mirabella. Inessa and I had something real, something special. I won't let her slip away without a fight."

Mirabella sighed, realizing the depth of Vincent's emotions. She knew it would be difficult to reason with him, but she had to try. "Vincent, sometimes things don't work out the way we want them to. It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you or her. People change, and circumstances change. It's important to accept that and find a way to move forward."

Vincent's grip on the glass tightened even further, his knuckles turning white. "Move forward? How can I move forward when the woman I love has abandoned me? I won't rest until I find her, Mirabella. I won't rest until I have answers."

Mirabella's voice took on a pleading tone. "Vincent, please listen to me. I understand your pain, but obsessing over finding her won't bring her back. It's time to focus on healing, on taking care of yourself. Let go of the anger and allow yourself to heal."

Vincent's face contorted with frustration and anger. He pushed away from the desk, pacing back and forth in his office. "You don't understand, Mirabella! I can't just let her walk away without knowing the truth. I won't rest until she's back here with me until I can confront her."

Mirabella watched her brother, her heart breaking for his pain. She knew that pushing him further would only fuel his determination. With a heavy sigh, she made a decision. "Vincent, I love you. And I want what's best for you. But I can't support this path you're on. I'm going to give you some space to figure things out, but please, think about what I've said."

Vincent's eyes bore into his sister's, a mixture of anger and hurt reflecting in them. "Fine. Leave then. But know that I won't stop until I find her. No matter the cost."

As Mirabella left the room, Vincent felt a deep sense of loss and emptiness. He picked up his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed Inessa's number. But his hopes were dashed when he heard the automated message telling him that his number had been blocked.

A wave of despair washed over Vincent as he realized the extent of Inessa's departure. He sank into his chair, his head in his hands. The pain of her absence gnawed at his heart, but his determination remained unyielding.

Vincent knew he had to find a way to cope with his emotions and find a balance between his desire for answers and his well-being. As he sat there in his office, the weight of his decisions and the uncertain path ahead settled upon him.

Inessa sat on the edge of her bed, her phone ringing in her hand. She watched as Vincent's name flashed on the screen, and without hesitation, she pressed the button to block his number. The call abruptly ended, and a sense of finality washed over her. There was no turning back now.

As she placed the phone on the nightstand, Inessa took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She knew that leaving Vincent was the right decision for her and her unborn baby Matteo. Despite the pain and the memories they shared, she couldn't ignore the warning signs and the doubts that had crept into her heart.

Her thoughts shifted to the life growing inside her, the tiny kicks and flutters that reminded her of the precious bond they already shared. Inessa placed her hands gently on her belly, feeling the warmth and connection that radiated from within. Matteo was her priority now, and she would do whatever it took to protect him and ensure his well-being.

Inessa's mind drifted to the letter she had left for Vincent, the words penned with a mix of anger and defiance. She knew she had played a part in their tumultuous relationship, but she refused to be the only one held accountable. fair was fair, and she had chosen to play the game on her own terms.

A sense of empowerment and strength washed over Inessa as she focused on her future without Vincent. She was determined to create a stable and loving environment for her child, one where they could thrive and grow without the toxicity and danger that had plagued her relationship with Vincent.

As the days went by, Inessa surrounded herself with positive influences and sought support from her friends and family. She attended prenatal appointments, prepared the nursery, and immersed herself in the joy and anticipation of becoming a mother. Her resolve remained steadfast, and she felt no regrets about leaving Vincent behind.

Inessa knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy. She would face challenges and moments of doubt, but the love she felt for her unborn baby fueled her determination to build a better life. Every kick, every heartbeat reminded her of the strength and resilience within her.

With each passing day, Inessa embraced her newfound independence and the responsibility of motherhood. She knew that she had made the right choice, not only for herself but for the precious life she carried. And as she focused on nurturing her baby and preparing for their future, Inessa allowed herself to hope for a brighter tomorrow, one filled with love, peace, and the joy of watching Matteo grow.