Damiano chuckled. “No. Marco wasn’t faithful to Raffaele’s mother because he didn’t give a damn about her. He was madly in love with my mother. He loved her so much that he kept me around, the filthy bastardo and product of her rape, because I was still her son, even if she hated me enough to kill herself. I was what was left of her, so he tolerated having me around, despite me being the living reminder of what happened to her.”
That’s different from what Raffaele said
