Chapter 4 - Alessandro Moretti Told Me the Truth About the Woman He Lost
That night, I found Alessandro alone in the library.
He was holding an old photograph.
A woman smiled from the frame.
Beautiful.
Dark-haired.
Warm eyes.
I recognized the sadness in his expression.
“Who is she?”
He didn't hide the photograph.
“My wife.”
I froze.
“You were married?”
“Once.”
“What happened?”
“She died.”
I sat across from him.
“I’m sorry.”
He stared at the photograph.
“Her name was Sofia.”
He explained that Sofia had been the only person who could make him forget who he was.
She had believed he could leave the criminal world.
He had promised her he would.
Then one night, someone betrayed him.
A car bomb killed Sofia.
Alessandro survived.
But he became colder.
More ruthless.
He blamed himself.
“I promised her I would protect her.”
His voice cracked.
“And I failed.”
I looked at him.
“That's why you reacted to Emma.”
He didn't answer.
I continued.
“She reminded you of her?”
“No.”
He looked at me.
“She reminded me of what Sofia wanted.”
“What?”
“A child.”
Silence.
“I never gave her one.”
His eyes lowered.
“I thought there would always be time.”
There was no accusation in my heart.
Only sadness.
Emma appeared in the doorway.
“Mr. Wolf?”
Alessandro immediately wiped his face.
“What are you doing awake?”
“I need water.”
He stood.
“I'll get it.”
Emma shook her head.
“Come with me.”
He hesitated.
Then followed her.
I watched them disappear.
For the first time, Alessandro Moretti looked like an ordinary man.
Not a crime lord.
Not a killer.
Just someone who had lost too much.
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And perhaps that was exactly what his enemies had been counting on.
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