Lorenzo

Erica's words dripped with desperation, and my gaze narrowed as I weighed the sincerity of her plea. "What makes you think I'd even consider it?" I finally asked.

Hesitantly, Erica's hands reached out towards me, but I quickly put a stop to her advance. "Don't touch me," I warned, my voice cold and unyielding.

Her hands retreated, fingers clasping together nervously as she continued to speak. "I know I hurt you, Lorenzo, but I've realized my mistakes. I love you. I still love you, and I have never stopped loving you."

My skepticism only deepened at her confession, the wounds of her betrayal still fresh in my memory. "Erica,...