Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and Lucia felt the world narrow around her. Nicholo’s eyes met hers, and for a heartbeat, everything else faded away. The memory of the night they had just shared rushed back to her, the way he had held her, the way his lips had claimed hers.
But then, as the shock of Elina’s words hit her, the ground seemed to shift beneath Lucia's feet. She blinked, her throat going dry.
"Nicholo…?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Elina, oblivious to Lucia’s inner turmoil, chuckled and took a step toward him. "Yes, Nicholo is my husband, Lucia. Didn’t you know?"
The world tilted in that moment, and Lucia felt as though she had been struck by lightning. Her mind spun in confusion, a thousand questions racing through her thoughts. Nicholo… married to Elina?
