"What on earth are you doing, Luca? And what did your father mean by saying you're involved with the mafias?" Sara's voice trembled with fury. "Seriously, Luca? Who gave you the right to take the law into your own hands?"
She raised a hand, cutting him off before he could speak. "No. Don't you dare give me an explanation. You've lied to me this entire time! Was this your plan all along? To build our relationship on lies?"
Her voice broke at the end, her eyes glistening with hurt. Before Luca could utter a word, she turned away sharply and ran upstairs.
Luca stood frozen for a moment, then slowly set the coffee mug on the table. "He called me a madman," he murmured, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Maybe he's right… but I need to fix this before Sara walks away for good."
He climbed the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door. Sara was standing by the window, phone in hand. She wasn't speaking, just listening to the silence on the other end before hanging up.
