His Merciless Redemption novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Isabella’s POV

Anger was still there.

Sharp. Alive. Coiled just beneath my skin.

But it was no longer the only thing I felt.

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Because somewhere between the silence and the distance, between refusing to look at Dominic and refusing to speak his name, something else had finally settled into place.

I hadn’t killed anyone.

The realization came slowly, cautiously, like a thought I was afraid to touch in case it shattered.

Nico was alive.

Which meant the thing that had been poisoning me, the guilt, the horror, the endless self-recrimination, had been built on a lie.

Not one I’d created.

One that had been handed to me.

The relief hit so hard it left me dizzy.

I pressed my palm flat against my chest, breathing through it as the weight I’d been carrying for days lifted just enough for me to feel how heavy it had been.

I wasn’t a murderer.

I had pulled the trigger, yes. I had acted in panic and fear and desperation.

But I hadn’t ended a life.

And that mattered.

It mattered more than I’d realized.

The anger sharpened then, not wild or explosive, but cold and clarifying.

Dominic had been wrong.

Completely, undeniably wrong.

And if that was true, if he was the one who had made the choice the lie, the decision, then why was I the one who had been punishing myself?

I’d lost sleep. Lost peace. Lost pieces of myself trying to come terms with something that hadn’t even been real.

But it was over now. I’d let it rule my life long enough.

I wasn’t going to let this consume me anymore.

I wasn’t going to fall apart while Dominic carried on managing the world like he always did.

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I went about my day deliberately, almost stubbornly normal. Even though what Dominic had done this morning had made me angry, I refused to dwell on it for longer than a few minutes.’d already let his actions affect me too much. I wasn’t going to keep making that same mistake again.

I worked. I answered emails. I spoke to Mateo about his homework, helped him pick out clothes for the next day, listened while he talked about school like nothing in our world had shifted on its axis.

Inside, things were still fractured.

But I refused to bleed over it anymore.

I wanted to leave.

The thought came unbidden, clear and aching.

I wanted to take Mateo and go back to my old apartment. Back to a place that was mine. Where silence didn’t feel weaponized.

But the Vitellis were still a shadow on the edges of our lives. The hadn’t contacted me again, but I knew that the danger hadn’t passed completely.

So I stayed.

That didn’t mean I had to engage.

I didn’t owe Dominic conversations. Or forgiveness. Or even acknowledgment.

Not this time.

Especially now that he knew about Alessia and the baby.

If anything, he should be with her. Sorting out that mess. Taking responsibility.

Not hovering outside my door like a ghost he couldn’t exorcise.

Dinner was quiet that evening.

Blessfully so.

Dominic wasn’t there.

I ate with Mateo and Caterina, smiled when Mateo made a joke, listened to Caterina talk about something she’d read earlier that day.

I didn’t miss Dominic’s presence.

I missed the man I thought he was.

Later, in my room, after putting Mateo to bed, I changed into confortable clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing in particular.

The knock came softly,

Once.

Twice.

I didn’t move.

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I didn’t need to open the door to know it was him.

“Isa, Dominic said quietly from the other side.

Silence.

I stayed where I was, hands folded in my lap, heart steady in a way it hadn’t been in days.

He waited.

Long enough that I almost wondered if he’d give up.

Then I heard paper sliding across the floor.

One sheet. Then another. Then more.

“I know I fucked up,” he said, voice low, rough. “Really, really bad

My throat tightened despite myself.

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“I know I kept the truth from you. And I won’t pretend what I did was right. I see now how wrong it was. I hid things from you.”

I closed my eyes.

“According to me, I was trying to protect you,” he continued. “Bu I ended up hurting you in the worst possible way.”

The words didn’t sound rehearsed.

They sounded stripped bare.

“So from now on,” he said quietly, “I’m going to give you a written account of everything I do all day long. Where I go. Who I meet. And a rough idea of what I’m planning to do the next day too.”

My breath caught.

“I know I shattered your trust,” he said. “And until you start talking to me again, until I can tell you these things in person, I’ll keep writing it down. Every day.”

Silence pressed in around his words.

“I’m sorry, Isa,” he finished softly. “I really am.”

I still didn’t respond

But this time, it wasn’t anger holding me silent.

It was shock. Shock that he had come with an idea like this at all tim not telling me things, him hiding stuff from me in order to protect me in his own way was what had led us here.

And now, he had found a way to tell ine everything.

I heard him linger for a moment longer.

Then, his voice came again, barely audible now. “Good night.”

His footsteps retreated.

I sat there for several seconds before moving.

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Then slowly, I slid off the bed and knelt, gathering the papers he pushed under the door.

They were covered in his handwriting, messy, slanted, and unmistakably his.

Times. Locations. Meetings. Names. Notes scribbled in the margins.

He really had written everything down.

My chest ached.

Tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them, splashing onto the pages

I pressed the papers to my chest, swallowing hard.

I wished he had done this earlier.

I really did.

Because if he had, maybe none of this would have broken the way it did.

in my

hands.

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