Her Possessive Husband

on as he felt the side of the bed which was usually warmed by Alessio's body, there was only emptiness. H

saw her own naked body, covered in red marks that reminded her of her heat last night, An

re only a shadow have now transformed into real anxiety. "Where did Alessio go?" Ana whispered to herself,

their intense conversations and togetherness, but now everything felt distant and empty. Without a wor

ct or a clue-that could convince him that Alessio would return. However, after checking the entire room, th

e her. "Why do I feel like a woman on hire for two days?" his mind was furious as he cursed himse

disturb the wall of regret and emptiness that continued to penetrate her. Ana turned to the vibrating

Keline who always spoke in a sharp tone. "Where are you?" Keline asked

s never-changing attitude. "Can't you speak politely

His voice was filled with tension and anger. "Your ex-in-laws are going cra

diately got up from the sofa with a trembling body, trying to understand the situation that sudde

. "You still don't understand what I mean? Which parent would be willing to let their child's killer roam free out there? Your ex-in-law is

rcing, and slowly the pieces of events that he had tried to forget began to co

rtment again. The silence that brought with it a heavy burden that squeezed his heart a

e stronger, stronger. Two days. In just two days he was able to forget everything-forget the guilt, regret, and sadness that had shackled his life since he first came to Las Vega

ept turning around in his mind. Two days that felt like a dream, turned into a nightmare he never wanted. Ale

ded soul. Every step in the apartment felt heavy. Images of the past and worries about the future flooded his mind. His body w

erson he considered the most different because he believed his words not to kill his own lover, has now gone somew

his chest finally poured out, making him aware of the wounds he had been trying to hide. In an instant, Ana wiped her tears quickly,

m reality, from accusations he never committed. "I have to clear my good name. I have to get up." Full of determination, Ana rushed to open her suitcase and s

replaying in his mind, his smile, his kiss, his touch-all memories he shouldn't remember right now. "Fuck!" Ana thr

d. "Damn Alessio, I pray to God that fate won't bring us together again! Ana thought wi

g related to you!" he cursed, while the image of their togetherness the previous night continued to disturb his mind. Every