Omero never left my side, never even changed out of his bloodstained clothes. It took a long time, but slowly, he pulled me back from the edge.
Three years later, I was pregnant again. I wanted to tell Omero the good news right away, but on my way to find him, I overheard a conversation between him and a friend in the back room of the social club.
"Omero, Frederico keeps undermining you at every turn. Doesn't that eat at you? Back then, you married Penelope Mancini for his sake and even claimed a child that wasn't yours."
"I didn't do it for him. I did it for Chloe. In the Families, the firstborn son inherits regardless of his mother's rank. If Penelope had given birth to a Valente heir first, how would Chloe ever secure her place in the compound?"
"We all know you're hopelessly in love with Chloe Volpe, but did you really have to massacre everyone in Millhaven to keep them quiet? The body collectors have been all but wiped out since then."
"I had no choice. The people in Millhaven knew too much. To eliminate any future threat, every last one of them had to die."