The following morning, I head to the airport before Stefano wakes up. I can’t bear to see him before I leave, feeling it’s for the best after the way things went down last night. As I sit in the business lounge, a sudden anger begins to simmer under my bones. Stefano might act like he sent me away because I refused to share, but I feel it’s more than that. His overprotective behavior, always keeping me at arm’s length, screams louder than his words. It’s as if he believes I can’t take care of myself, as if he needs to control every aspect of my life.
The anger grows, feeding on the frustration and pain of last night. How dare he decide what’s best for me? How dare he push me away under the guise of protection? I clench my fists, the tension coursing through my body like a live wire. Somet
