"You're insane," Rocco muttered. "Look, I get it. You love Elena. But she's your brother's wife. And Serafina, your own wife, was wrecked when you died. You really felt nothing seeing her break down like that? She loved you, man. She loved you so damn much."
Dante didn't say a word.
Rocco ran a hand through his hair. "Let her go, bro. Let Elena go. Stop this mess."
I stood there, hidden behind the concrete column of the garage wall, silent, breath caught in my throat.
Then I heard Dante speak.
"I'll go back to Serafina. But after two years with Elena... I'll fix things."
Go back?
I scoffed quietly and turned away.
Back to who? The girl you left broken? The one who died inside the moment she realized you faked your own death?
There's no Serafina waiting for you.
You can rot in your perfect fantasy with Elena.
You think I was the reason for your misery for five years?
You're worse than Damiano.
I found a seat in the stands as the race began. The crowd roared, wild cheers erupting when Damiano's name was announced over the speakers. Men who owed the family money clapped hardest.
Elena returned, sitting beside me. "Don't look so gloomy, sis. You should get out more."
I didn't answer.