Chapter 70
Emily
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I could not make this shit up
“You really hurt me, and I know it wasn’t your intention to hurt me–but you did,” I took another approach. He needed to underdand my fadings and it needed to happen now. Alessio was silent, a sign he was at least listening, or so I hoped.
When no words left my mouth, he grabbed his opportunity. “You Emilybarrassed me by talking back to me in front of ewryne, a coom & MAR your intention to Emilybarrass me–but you did.” He mirrored the words right back at me, but it wasn’t the same. “You hurt me too, by the wea you were wondering.”
“See, this is what I don’t like about you,” I couldn’t take it any longer. “I’ve been through this before, and I’m not going through this again
The manipulation, the gaslighting, I had endured it all before–it was all too familiar, and I really thought Alessio was different. He past confiart your hus pride aside for one second because not many talked back to him. This spoiled and immature side of him, it was how he had grown up, thinking only he word mattered.
It wasn’t as if the world was going to end because Alessio’s woman put him in his place in front of his friends and family.
“Here you are again, comparing me to that thing.” I could hear the boiling anger in his voice.
“No, we’re not doing that,” I shook my head. “We are not going to turn this into me hurting your feelings so you can avoid admitting you’ve been lying
to me.”
“Lying to you?” Alessio shot back. “What lies? You mean the truth I twisted to protect your feelings?” he tried to justify his actions as some legendary knight.
“Protect my feelings?” It wasn’t my intention to raise my voice, but I did–because it was getting ridiculous at this point. “Glan hates me, called me a brainless dumb bitch, which you could’ve prevented by not letting me go in there. And ever since I came from the hospital, I can’t shake off the feeling that Jason might come after me, after Naty–so please, enlighten me. Whose feelings are you protecting? Mine or yours?”
It was a question I wanted him to answer because I genuinely could not understand why he felt the right to be upset in this situation
“This is ridiculous,” Alessio muttered. “I’m not the only one who lied,” he whispered right after.
“Feel free to say it out loud,” I spoke, wanting to get it over with. All this back and forth would only lead to more misunderstandings. If he had something to say, I would rather he say it now.
“I’ve been thinking, maybe if you had been more honest about your past from the beginning, we wouldn’t be in this mess. You’re quick to point fingers but you’re not so innocent yourself, Emily,” he said, his voice rising slightly as he tried to shift some of the blame onto me.
That was not the issue. I acknowledged my mistakes, but I needed him to acknowledge his. I had been the only one acknowledging my mistakes my entire life, and I had had enough of it.
“Would me telling you the truth have changed something about the tracker?” I shot back, seeking an answer I already knew.
Alessio fell silent. I knew what kind of person he was, so deep down, I knew he was aware of his mistakes–just too stubborn to admit it. He was caught up in his perfect world where ‘sweet little Emily‘ would have forgiven him without a second thought, and now that I hadn’t, he tried to downplay the
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It wasn’t even that much that he lied about Jason. I wished he hadn’t, but I could understand why he did because I had done the same. What I couldn’t forgive was that he had had the time to come clean, and he hadn’t. He claimed he loved me, but I had to hear the truth from Gian
“You’re doing too much,” Alessio sighed, trying to end the discussion.
“I’m doing too much?” I repeated his words like a robot. “You forced me to live here, forced me to play your game, put a tracker in the ring you forced me to wear–but I’m doing too much?”
Alessio sighed, closing his eyes, and I really hoped it was because it got through to him that he just made himself sound worse with every sentence.
I turned off my light again and turned around. We would continue this situation because I still believed in him, I still believed in us–but today was not the day. “Goodnight, Alessio.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I could finally hear some regret in his voice. “Emily-”
I cut him off, “Please let me know when you’re ready to talk like an actual adult, and in the meantime, I hope you can also find out if you really do love me, or forced yourself to do so to make yourself feel better for lying.”
And with that, I closed my eyes.
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