He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 29
“Then did you love him?” Ophelia suddenly asked, staring at me.
The hallway went quiet.
I was silent for three seconds.
“I did.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
“From twelve to twenty-two, I loved him for ten years. Both families knew it. There’s no point denying it.” My voice remained calm. “But those ten years are over. I have my own career, my own home, my own life. I don’t need a man I loved as a girl to prove my worth.”
Luca stood under the harsh lights, his expression unreadable. Only the hand at his side slowly tightened until the knuckles turned white.
I turned and walked toward Dante.
He was waiting for me by the elevator with a bag of hot chestnuts, steam still rising from the brown paper.