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Vanessa’s POV

My blood boiled at his callousness. How could he be so dismissive? Didn't he understand the pain I was feeling? I clenched my fists, feeling the heat of my fury pulsating through my veins.

Every ounce of self-control I had was tested as I fought back the urge to lash out physically. Instead, I channeled my rage into words, my voice sharp and biting. "You're supposed to be my family, Dante! Family supports each other, especially in difficult times. But you've shown me your true colors today."

My voice quivered with a mix of hurt and anger as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. I couldn't believe that the person I trusted had turned a blind eye to my pain. The disappointment I felt was overwhelming.

“Vanessa, you are just exaggerating things, and I have a lot of things to do” he replied nonchalantly, as he focused his attention back to the computer on his desk. I couldn't believe what was going on, how could Dante be so comfortable seeing me hurt, is that how much he h