MATTEO’S POV

 Each stride I took was measured, my steps resounding with the calmness I wished to project. The day had felt like an eternity, each passing minute a test of my patience and self-control. 

Yet, as I entered the mansion, I wore the mask of composure like a shield, determined not to betray the anger that churned within. I did that so I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing the extent to which she had broken me.

 With Charlie at my back, like a shadow ever-present and loyal, I sauntered through the halls, my mind buzzing with possibilities for vengeance. The irony of the situation was- I, who...