Antonio’s POV
As we sat in the dimly lit room, the minutes stretched into eternity. Every tick of the clock felt like a reminder of the uncertainty gnawing at my heart. She was out there, with him, while I remained here, trapped in a purgatory of my own making.
I replayed our moments together in my mind, each memory a bittersweet dagger twisting in my chest. Her laughter, her smile, her warmth, the way she argued with me—all now tainted by the knowledge of her being with another man. Oh, it was killing me not knowing what they were doing or talking about.
Did she even know how I felt? I cursed myself for never finding the courage to tell her, for letting arrogance hold me back from confessing the love that burned within me.
But couldn't she tell from the day we kissed? After seeing her
