Remo sat there, staring at the floor, the weight of the past crashing down on him in a way he hadn't expected. For years, he had lived with the blurred memories of Isabella, the woman he thought he had loved, the woman whose death had haunted him. But now, the truth had ripped open old wounds he didn't even realize were festering.
Abby watched him, her heart breaking for him. She had never seen him like this. Remo was always the strong one—the unshakable force in her life, the man who stood tall even when everything around them crumbled. But now, sitting here with the truth of Isabella's betrayal hanging between them, he looked…lost.
"Remo…" Abby whispered, her voice gentle. She reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder.
