Amelia stood outside the gated mansion in the heart of the city ,Allesandro and Ever's primary residence.
The moonlight glinted in her eyes, manic and unwavering.
"They think they can hide from me?" she hissed, pulling a small silver flask from her coat. "This house held their secrets. Their kisses. Their babies."
With trembling fingers, she doused the curtains and floorboards through the slightly cracked service door. The scent of gasoline was thick, intoxicating even.
She struck the match.
"Let's see how you live with nothing."
Flames caught quickly, licking up the pristine white walls, devouring the gold-lined frames and Ever's favorite books. Within minutes, the house was ablaze — a burning symbol of Amelia's madness.
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The sky was lit orange as Allesandro's black car skidded to a stop in front of their burning city mansion.
Smoke billowed into the night air.
