Chapter 8 Cold
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I really did not get where Salvatore’s confidence came from.
I paused for a couple of seconds, then just smiled and turned him down.
Since I had already made up my mind to crush him, I was not about to hand him a second chance.
He went from living in a basement to sleeping under an overpass, saving every penny, just barely scraping by.
Then, I was not sure who suggested it, but he started showing up at bars and hooking up with rich women.
Salvatore was not even embarrassed. He said it was just a storm every man had to go through, and he believed he could turn things around.
When he finally got his hands on some start-up capital, he started looking for partners and preparing to launch a com-
pany.
Right before it went public, he called me.
Salvatore said that if I regretted not coming back to him, now was still a good time to surrender. Otherwise, if I came crying later, it would be too late.
I replied calmly, “No.”
Later, when his business partner took off with all the money and the whole dream of going public went up in smoke, Salvatore finally understood what I meant.
He asked if I was behind it, and I admitted to it.
Back on Father’s Day, when he scattered my dad’s ashes for Gabi, he should have known this day would come.
Salvatore clenched his teeth and said, “Giulia, I really underestimated you.”
With no options left, he went back to entertaining clients in bars.
One night, drunk, Salvatore called me. His voice was weak and shaky. “Giulia, do you really hate me that much?”
“Salvatore, I thought you already knew,” I said coldly.
After that, I blocked every way for him to contact me.
The next thing I heard about him was from the news.
His fifth client was a rich woman with some strange preferences, and within a week, Salvatore had developed an
STD.
