I take one shaken step forward, thinking that this time...
This time I can leave...
“I can’t.”
Because he’s blocking my way, and he’s speaking to me in a tone so vicious and violent—
“I know I should. I know I owe it to you. But I can’t.”
That it should terrify me to death—
“I’m sorry. I’m a selfish bastard who can’t let you go.”
Especially when he suddenly has my back against the wall—
“I would rather lock you away than let you go.”
And he’s snarling all these things out like a madman.
“I’ll love you more and more until you forget I’ve ever hurt you.”
He’s saying he loves me like he wants to kill me.
“I’m sorry, Chisa, but I just can’t let you go.”
He’s saying he’s sorry like he’s threatening me, and that’s when I realize...
That’s when I start crying harder than ever because I finally understand...
“You can ask anything of me, I will do it. Except let you go.”
Marcello Bastianelli isn’t selfish, and so that’s not the reason he can’t let me go.
“You can cut me a thousand times...”
Rather, my husband isn’t a normal man.
“Make me pay for my sins however way you want...”
And that’s when I finally understand he’s telling the truth.
“I love you, Chisa.”
He loved me, and that’s why he had such a hard time trusting me.
“I have always loved you.”
It’s what his father taught him, but now...
Marcello inhales sharply as I cup his face with shaking hands.
“Ti amo, Marcello.”
I’m going to teach him what it really means to—
Aaah.
I forget what I’m thinking as his lips capture mine.