Saint Giordano
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Adriana was going to be the death of me.
I was stressed with work but that didn’t affect my personal life because I was confident that I could turn things around. What got me angry, however, was the fact that she still let Benjamin affect her decisions.
I needed her to not care about him anymore.
Maybe I made a mistake by telling her to come upstairs on her own. That resulted in her arguing with Ben and intentionally hurting herself. She was so f*****g manipulative. It was a glaring red flag but I couldn’t care less. I was worse than her so I couldn’t complain.
“So my family knows about you.” She mentioned casually, swinging her short legs as she sat on the counter.
“It’s quite hard for them not to, Adriana.” I deadpanned, trying to ignore how good she smelled. We
