CHAPTER 250
ROMEO POV
Seeing Katya break was never my intention.
That thought repeated itself like a useless prayer as I stood alone in the corridor, staring at the car being filled with bags.
I had thrown that girl into Nonna's room with a very specific purpose—calculated, deliberate, controlled. Everything I did had a reason. It always did. I had brought the maid there to apologize.
To kneel if she had to. To plead. To beg for mercy if that was what Katya wanted. I had stripped her of every shred of pride she had left before dragging her down that hallway.
I had thought—I had been sure—that Katya would feel vindicated seeing it. Relief. Closure. Satisfaction. I thought she would be thrilled to know I had handled it.
That no one would dare look at her with bad intentions. My jaw tightened as the memory twisted in my chest, sharp and ugly.
