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I punched my fist into the wall, the plaster cracking under the force. Pain shot up my arm, but it was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling in my chest.
She was gone, she had walked out on me. And the sight of that diamond ring gleaming mockingly on the nightstand felt like a punch to the guts.
This wasn’t one of those little fights where she needed space to cool down. The look in her eyes had been final. She was broken. And I was the reason why.
Because of my stupid pride. Because I thought I could shield her from the ugly politics of my world.
And I had lost her.
The door swung open and Luciano strode in, his usual smirk replaced with a frown. He took in the hole in the wall and the disheveled state of my clothes. "What in the hell happened?"
"Isabelle happened," I
