Chapter 181 – Luciano POV
I stumble.
"Antonia?" I say again, my voice rasping in disbelief, trying to catch up to what my eyes are witnessing. She's standing there with a bloody knife, the tip still glistening red from where it sank into my flesh.
She doesn't even glance back at me.
She walks right past me, casually, as if I'm some background extra, not the man she whispered her love to night after night. She walks straight to Raffaele—fucking Raffaele—and wraps her arms around him. Tender. Familiar.
No.
No. No.
This can't be real.
My knees buckle, and I grab the edge of the bar for balance. It's not just the pain in my lower back—it's something else. The deeper kind of pain. The kind that blooms from betrayal and festers like rot.
Antonia turns her head to look at me, still half-pressed against Raffaele's side. Her expression is unreadable at first. But then she smiles. Not soft. Not kind. No, this smile is sharp. Satisfied.
