A mafia billionaire freezes at a painting he thought depicted a dead woman—until three starving triplets reveal a truth that changes everything

told me the truth about your life.”

“Yes.”

“I might have left.”

“I know.”

“I might have stayed.”

That hurt worse.

Dante bowed his head. “I know.”

Their love did not repair itself in one confession. It had been injured by lies, fear, grief, and time. It required difficult conversations when Elena had enough strength for them and silence when she did not.

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