Chapter Seventy-Three

♕—Delilah

I wiped my tears and stepped back, my arms dropped off from the mantel, and my chin trembled as I gazed at the beautiful portrait once more, "What am I even feeling anymore? I have no idea..."

I gave the woman in the portrait one last soft smile and then turned. I made sure to put everything exactly where it was. I made my way out of his study and closed the door on my way out.

I don't know why I felt a little lighter although I was just talking to a portrait. Maybe, saying what I was feeling out loud helped. I exhaled loudly and turned on the TV, putting on music, I softly danced around the place.

I know full well what the future holds for me - Alexander's torment and my untimely demise. I could have stayed here in Lorenzo's warm embrace, and he would no doubt do anything to protect me, but I refuse to bring him the same hardships I already have.

He is trying everything to get back to his family. He wanted them back and if I chose to stay here, it would mean they'd never