“That’s none of your business.” Luca turns away, climbing into bed.
“Just tell me!” I swallow hard, trying not to shriek at him. “I just want to know—I have a right to know—”
His upper lip curls. “You have no rights, Sofia, other than what I give you. If I choose to fuck a dozen women, it’s not your business. If I choose not to, that’s not your problem either.” He reaches over, turning off the bedside light, and casting the entire room in darkness as he slides down, rolling onto his side.
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. I suggest you do the same.”
The sudden coldness feels like a shock to my system, even though by now, I know it shouldn’t. Luca has been this way since the night I woke up in this very bed—cold then hot, and then cold again.He doesn’t love you,I remind myself as I choke back the tears and go to my own side of the bed, thankfully very far away from him.He never will. What he just did to you was a game. A way to exert his power over you, and nothing more. He doesn’t want you.
It shouldn’t hurt. None of it should. But as those thoughts run through my head, circling back on themselves over and over again as Luca’s light snores punctuate the silence, I can feel the tears dripping down my cheeks.
My freedom from this place can’t come soon enough.