Weeping For The Bride He Left Behind

inute

steward. She paced the sidewalk, agitated, the eno

get there, I want you to play the video Luca shot on the

shop and gasped. "Bianca, you

ng her eyes out right this second. We'll show her the video of Lorenzo proposing to me, and once she's com

nto something ominous and terrible. The easygoing, accommodating fiancé vani

snatched the phone

s voice carrying a killing chill. "If that video appear

oved the phone hard ba

ievance welling up. "Lorenzo, I wa

. "Lorenzo, there's no need for such a temper. She's still just

enzo, this was the first time he had

ther with crushing, suffocating pressure. "This is my proposal.

hard and nodded qu

his line in the sand and defend my dignity-this thing I

ng gesture. And how utte

d. He pulled it out and answered fa

in the front courtyard when I ran straight back to the crane to lower the young lady as promised-but she was gone! There was

flooded his deep-set eyes. "What

re clearing, Boss. N

eyes theatrically

he must have cut the rope herself and dragged the chair

. "She has no love for this family at all! On the most impo

ther," my mother agreed, red-faced with fury. "When I fi

her I was dead. I told her I was lying in the weeds, bleeding out my

rly five meters up. How could she cut the rope, land safely, and not break he

once, swallowed by

usly at Clara. "Anya's always been calculating. She's doing

peed, thumbs hammering the screen. Then he dialed my number. The phone ran

. Now." Lorenzo's comm

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SUV and settled into the passenger seat beside him. He was dri

parents and Luca we

like this," my mother sighed heavi

d. "The second she sees that rock on her

heel, knuckles bone-white. Every few seconds he threw a restless glance at the ph

, with perfect clarity, that in less than two minutes, the entire world he had built f