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Chapter 22
*Fiorella*
A week had passed since that night when Lorenzo had sex with that woman Giovanna, and I still can't get the image of him and her together out of my head; during the following days, I avoided seeing him.
He would go jogging very early in the morning, and I would stay in the guest room; as soon as he entered our bedroom, I would just wait for him to fall asleep and leave.
I couldn't stand his presence; when he was near me, I could smell the cheap and everyday perfume of that woman; although jealousy ate me up inside, he told me that I didn't care.
Maybe at some point, my heart and mind would believe it, so many times he repeated it over and over again, he didn't dare touch me, and I wouldn't allow it either.
But today was the day I feared so much, the days passed so fast that I could not even assimilate that my wedding with the Devil was imminent; I am in front of the mirror looking at my
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