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Loving You Was the Lie

Chapter 4 THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

Word Count: 1560    |    Released on: 20/10/2026

R: THE MAN

life believing that

he Morettis h

e on my phone until th

Alessandr

face. The same dark eyes, the same sharp jaw

took his coffee, how he rubbed his thumb against his wedding ring whenever he

st, I tho

ed a

are

peared almost

disap

ait

th

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dropped t

sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked tired. There were fain

I forgot abo

mbered the

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wasn't suppo

ou doing he

. "It's almost two in t

rtuna

outh lifted, but th

been avo

as supposed to chase

use

tween us with uncom

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rned

ired,

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art s

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tell me

sto

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r wanted t

sn't my

ed away

re than I wa

bring you breakfast

not h

eaten since

ping track of my meals while keepi

el

ht, Ales

or another secon

footsteps disappear

nlocked

s a new

apel behind the east

d it

her messa

trust the man who

n't s

had been aban

end of the Moretti estate, its stone walls darken

bring me there w

ting on the front pew while he told me stories about saints

ught he was teac

had been trying to te

lowing morning, before the

already wa

hair was slightly longer than Alessandro's, falling over

tur

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was

from the

ad haunted my p

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old you

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rse he

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really hi

smile dis

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ed

rd the stained

erstand at the time. She said that one day, Alessandro

t did he

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t under

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ng settled i

ar window. My father's hand gripping my

mall wo

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mber that nobody l

child," I

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uld I r

the last person

eemed to til

the edge o

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o hes

name I had neve

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red a

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father loved

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expressio

ro loved

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on, Matteo reached into his coat

he edges yell

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his arm around Ale

the photo

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ok a step

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hy

s it, he'll know I

stopped outs

iar voice ca

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ssa

yes briefly, as if

re," he

he slipped through a narr

rd it

Alessandro ent

ound me im

re you

elf to breat

ed to b

round the e

with

ach tig

his gaze dropping t

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dn't

your

noth

open

t, neither

and, gently enough that

idn

lded my

raph lay b

colour drain

e he had s

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he words for s

looked

id you g

d have

ted t

xpression frightened m

, who is Lu

tened around

since I'd known him, he

you hear

ld answer, h

ed at th

r, but I saw the message

COME ALONE IF YO

went comple

him read

with an expression I

an

susp

e

hatever happens today, you n

ha

you saw in this chapel, t

red a

hy

ograph and slipped

et isn't the only person wh

t of the chapel, leaving me with the terrible feeling

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“Three years after burying her father, Isabella Moretti receives a photograph of him alive. Her search for answers leads her into the world of Alessandro Moretti, a man who knows things about her childhood she barely remembers, and Valentina Russo, a woman whose touch feels familiar despite their never having met. Then a man is murdered with Bella's name written on his palm. An old recording surfaces. A locked room opens. And someone begins leaving roses outside Bella's bedroom always on nights when she dreams of a fire. Everyone insists her father is dead. So why does someone keep calling her in his voice? In the Moretti family, the dead keep secrets, the living tell beautiful lies, and love might be the most dangerous betrayal of all.”