He Let Me Bleed So I Let Him Go Chapter 30
The wound in Dante’s side hadn’t fully healed.
He stood on the sidewalk, unable to straighten his back completely. The man whose very presence had once silenced entire rooms now looked worn and broken.
Elena ignored him.
She assumed that after a few days, he would give up and leave.
But Dante came every day.
On the third day, one of his men delivered a red velvet box.
Inside was a Cartier watch.
Beneath it lay a handwritten note.
[I’m sorry. Please give me one more chance.]
Elena looked at the words and almost laughed.
Back in Chicago, the De Luca household account—the one for their legal, day-to-day life—had always been nearly empty.
Traditional Family rules forbade wives who were not full members from accessing Family accounts. Citing security concerns, Dante had given her only a fixed allowance. Carmela’s medical bills, the groceries, even Elena’s own prescriptions—most of it had come out of her salary as an engineer.
If she wanted a new coat, she had to calculate what was left in her budget for the month.
She had always believed Dante truly didn’t have any clean money to spare.
Apparently, that wasn’t true.
He could casually buy a Cartier watch.
That watch was worth more than her entire yearly salary from back then.
But when all she had wanted was a phone that could reach him directly, he had told her he couldn’t break protocol for “household calls.”
Elena took the box downstairs.
She opened her apartment door and threw it onto the sidewalk in front of him.
The watch bounced out, the crystal cracking against the concrete.
“Dante De Luca, don’t make me despise you even more than I already do.”
Dante glanced at the broken watch on the ground.
“You don’t like this one?” He paused. “I can get you something else.”
Elena stared at him, unable to comprehend.
“What is the point of any of this? Our marriage is over. Our protection ties are severed.”
“I know, but—”
“I don’t love you anymore.”
Elena cut him off, her voice sharp and final.
“I want nothing to do with you ever again. When I see you now, all I can think of is that long table, and you watching as your men tore my life apart.”