Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Chapter 256 Regret

The sudden embrace left Anne stunned for a few seconds.

She could smell a faint hint of cologne on Dante, a scent that was vaguely familiar.

It suddenly dawned on her that a year ago, for Dante's birthday, she had given him a bottle of cologne that smelled just like this.

Back then, they hadn't yet started talking about divorce. After giving him the gift, she noticed he hadn't used it. Gradually, Anne had forgotten about it.

It was only later, during a room cleaning, that she discovered the cologne was still in Dante's closet, unopened, with the ribbon still intact.

The realization had hurt her deeply.

She'd painstakingly chosen that gift over several weeks, wrapping it herself, only to find it shoved away, neglected.

It felt like a slap in the face.

At this moment, in the face of Dante's unexpected declaration of love, Anne felt oddly calm.

Anne no longer wanted to exhaust herself over Dante.

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him deeply but never received the response she longed for. That love had gradually dwindled

come to realize that it was better to love

first.

even though the process was painful. But stepping away

took a step back, freeing herself from Dante's embrace,

already know about Lola. The police came by a few days ago and told me that my injury wasn't an accident-it was orchestrated by Lola. So, I'll be handling the lawsuit myself." Dante looked momentarily stunned, as if he

It was

she was talking about

situation.

I once loved you deeply and hoped for a response, but now, I no longer

widened in pain. "How can you stop loving me? Anne, I refuse to

could react, Dante, disregarding the setting of the hospital corridor, bent down and forcefully

to pull away, but Dante's grip was

firmly,

moment Anne's lips parted, Dante's tongue slid in, hungrily exploring and entwining with

though he was trying to melt

but

insistent.

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was crossing the line, Anne raised

love you anymore, can't you understand that? You used to be so arrogant. Now, begging me to love you-don't you find that pathetic? You're Dante, the young master of the Paltrow family, for heaven's sake! Don't you have plenty of women?" Anne had

home were few and far between. Every time I tried to reach him,

I could tolerate it, but three years in, I've