Chapter 45 The Weight Of Regret

• Aemilio cursed under his breath, frustration boiling inside him as he paced the dimly lit bar. Evangelina had been a constant thought in his mind ever since he brought her back from Raimundo. He had never intended for things to spiral out of control like this, and yet here he was, burdened by his choices. The maid, the screams, and now her defiance—it all churned together, clouding his judgment.
• He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside him. The bar was filled with the low hum of conversations, but he felt isolated, trapped in his own turmoil. The whiskey in front of him glimmered under the bar lights, a tempting remedy for the chaos in his mind. He reached for the glass, taking a long sip, hoping it would drown out the sound of Evangelina's voice echoing in his head.
• "Why did I take her from him?" he muttered to himself, slamming the glass down. "She wasn't meant to be part of this world."