The One He Left Became The One He Couldn’t Have Chapter 23
I knew a man like Matteo—gentle, refined.
Even if he didn’t love me, married life with him would be good.
But I never imagined.
Happiness would hit me so much harder than I’d ever dreamed.
When I pinned the sapphire brooch onto Matteo’s chest.
He showed me a photograph.
In it, I was holding my trophy, smiling so bright toward somewhere off-camera. Radiant.
And Matteo stood beside me. Smiling. Looking at me.
That year’s equestrian tour event.
When I took the championship.
The one who presented my award was Matteo.
But back then, my eyes and heart were stuffed full of Adrian.
I only glanced at him.
Only knew he was a strikingly young and handsome man.
How could I have imagined the fate waiting ahead?
I laughed and cried, pointing at the two of us in the photo like a child.
Couldn’t get a single word out.
Matteo wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Remember when I said there was someone I once liked?”
He touched the brooch and rested his chin against the side of my neck.
“Gianna, I told myself.”
“When I received that sapphire brooch, that’s when I’d tell you.”
“The one I care for. It’s you.”