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Karma's Ultimate Payback My Success, Their Downfall novel Chapter 26

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Finally, Ariana set down her cutlery with deliberate precision and picked up her phone. She typed quickly and turned the screen toward him

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

Caught in his scrutiny, Luigi seemed to return from somewhere distant. Every gesture she made–the particular way she tilted her head, how she held her fork, even how she dabbed her napkin at the corner of her mouth beneath the mask–intensified his growing certainty.

“You remind me of someone I lost,” he said, his voice barely audible

Rather than typing, she gestured to a passing server for paper. When it arrived, she scrawled a single word

Who?”

Luigi’s fingers tightened around his water glass until his knuckles went white. His voice, when it finally came, held a rawness she’d never heard before.

“My wife.”

Something in his expression–a naked vulnerability utterly foreign to the man she had known–seemed to break open a floodgate. Without prompting, words began pouring out of him.

“I never told her I loved her,” he confessed, eyes fixed on the space just past her shoulder. “Not once, not properly. I had this… this stupid idea that saying it would give her power over me. Now I’d give everything I own just to say it to her once.”

Ariana remained perfectly still, pen hovering over paper, as he continued speaking to her–or perhaps to the ghost he saw superimposed over her presence.

“She died thinking I hated her. Because of my pride and other people’s manipulation, I made choices that “his voice cracked, “that led directly to her death. There was a fire that should never have happened. That I helped create.”

His hands trembled slightly as he reached for his water.

“Every night, I have the same nightmare. I’m always able to reach her in the flames, but the moment I think we’re safe, she deliberately pulls away and walks back into the fire. She chooses death over me, and

I can’t blame her.”

He laughed bitterly. “I’ve become the person I used to mock–desperate enough to consult psychics,

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mediums, even flew to a monastery in Tibet. They all tell me the same thing: her spirit refuses contact. She won’t forgive me.”

The composure that had defined Luigi Maggiore in boardrooms and business journals disintegrated completely. The man who had built his reputation on cold calculation covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent, raw grief.

Had Ariana been merely a sympathetic stranger, she might have been moved by this display of apparent

remorse. She might have offered comfort, reassurance, absolution.

But she knew exactly what he had conveniently omitted from his narrative–the deliberate cruelty, the ninety–eight humiliations, the calculated revenge for a crime she hadn’t committed. His tears now seemed like too little, too late–performance art for his own benefit rather than genuine repentance.

The Ariana who had loved him had died in that fire, just as he believed. The woman sitting across from him now felt nothing beyond mild irritation at being trapped in this unexpected confession.

Her continued silence eventually registered through his emotional breakdown. He quickly wiped his eyes, embarrassment replacing vulnerability as the mask of the businessman slid back into place.

“I apologize,” he said stiffly. “That was completely inappropriate. Please, let me walk you back.”

As they exited the restaurant into the hotel’s circular driveway, disaster struck without warning.

A car swerved wildly toward the valet stand where they stood, its high beams momentarily blinding

them both.

“Look out!” Luigi shouted.

In a split–second decision, he shoved her forcefully sideways, the momentum sending her sprawling across the pavement as the vehicle struck him instead.

Her mask dislodged on impact, skidding across the concrete with a hollow clatter.

Disoriented and scraped, she looked up just in time to see Luigi thrown several feet by the impact, his body crumpling against a decorative planter.

Pandemonium erupted instantly–screaming guests, running valets, the sharp wail of car alarms.

But amid the chaos, Luigi’s focus remained singular. Despite the blood seeping through his shirt, his wide eyes fixed on her now–exposed face with an expression of pure disbelief.

“Ariana?” he whispered, the name escaping like a prayer.

In the hospital corridor thirty minutes later, Luigi refused to release her hand even as they wheeled him toward emergency surgery. Blood soaked through pressure bandages, his vitals dropping dangerously.

For him, the impossibile resurrection of the woman he had mourned outweighed his multiple fractures. and internal bleeding. His fingers communicated what drugs and shock prevented him from articulating–abject terror that if he let go, she would vanish like morning mist.

“Promise you’ll be here,” he pleaded, his eyes locked on Ariana’s face with desperate intensity. “Swear you won’t disappear again.”

She glanced toward the exit, calculating how quickly she could pack her belongings at the hotel and book a flight back to London. Her obligations to the company were secondary to maintaining the freedom she had sacrificed so much to obtain.

As a former resident who had spent years intimately familiar with every cobblestone and hidden garden, she had no desire to revisit places now tainted with memories of a man who had used her love as a weapon against her.

Ariana realized evasion was no longer possible, but she refused to risk him recognizing her voice. Instead, she pointed to her throat and made a negative gesture that any dancer would recognize as “vocal

Pulling out her phone, she quickly typed: “Doctor’s orders. Strained vocal cords.”

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