“You can run from me as many times as you like... but in the end, you’ll come back. Because no one else can make you rage, burn with jealousy, and feel alive the way I do.”

After those words, everything that followed was a truth everyone already knew. Fabrizio said he loved you, yet in the very same night he was ready to walk into the room of any woman bold enough to smile at him. He said he cherished you, yet he trampled the word wife as if it held no value at all. He was faithful only to his own desires, and he would betray you whenever opportunity presented itself.

He placed you high upon a pedestal, higher than anyone else, yet at the same time he pulled other women into his bed without hesitation. And every time you saw it, every time the fire of jealousy consumed you until you exploded—whether it was a slap, a handful of hair, or objects hurled across the room—Fabrizio smiled. He smiled with pride, like a collector gazing at his most exquisite masterpiece. 🥀

For him, nothing was more beautiful than watching you act, watching you burn the whole world down just to declare that the man named Fabrizio Matildi belonged to you and you alone.

And yes... he delighted in it. He adored every wound you left behind, whether carved into his own skin or onto the women he brought into his bed. To him, they were proof. Proof that you loved him enough to lose yourself for him. 🔥