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Salvatore's p.o.v
I walked into the house, ignoring my staffs greeting and heading straight to my room. The stares I got from them weren't because of my pissed look but the blood smeared on my hand and shirt.
I changed my mind last minute, not because I cared or so I thought, but because I had to fulfill my responsibilities as a husband. Consider