He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 17
“Ophelia.” Luca grabbed her wrist. “What are you talking about?”
“Let me finish.”
She shook him off, trembling as she cried.
“Elena, six years ago, Luca was drunk. He mistook me for you. I could have left, but I didn’t. My whole life, I could never compare to you in anything. For once, I wanted to fight for something for myself.”
The room was silent except for the steady drip of the IV.
I looked at her.
“You say he mistook you for me. What about after?”
Her sobbing softened slightly.
“How did the child become a Rossi? Who demanded he be entered into the line of succession? Who allowed you to wear the wife’s signet ring? For six years, did he mistake you for me every single day?”
She fell silent.
Luca was braced against the wall, his eyes slowly closing.
“Elena,” Maria said suddenly, “stop.”