I Married The Don 3 Years While He Kept His Mistress 7 Years Chapter 05
Lorenzo’s gray eyes had gone slightly red at the edges.
He grabbed my wrist, voice dropping low.
“Aurora.”
“Have you forgotten who you are? Who gave you everything you have? You come running to Grandma like this—what exactly are you trying to do?”
I looked at Grandma.
Her hair was white now, and she was slumped back in that old wheelchair, her face calm. But her eyes never left me.
I pulled my wrist free from Lorenzo’s grip and dropped my gaze.
“Grandma. I want a divorce.”
Grandma stared at me with those cloudy eyes for a long, long time. Then she let out a slow breath.
“Three years. You’ve made it three years. And now… you want to let go?”
Something sharp twisted in my chest.
From the moment I was brought into this house at eighteen, it was always Grandma who looked after me.
At every crossroads, every hard choice, she was the one holding my hand and guiding me through.
She knew everything—how much I’d held back, how desperately I’d loved Lorenzo. She knew it all.
I shook my head gently.
“He and Chiara… they’re a better fit. If it’s not mine, I’m not going to beg for it.”
Grandma leaned back in her chair, squinting at Lorenzo.
Before she could speak—
Glass shattered at the door.
We all turned.
Chiara was crouched on the floor, picking up the pieces of a broken crystal glass with her bare hands.
“I’m so sorry—it slipped,” she said.
I’d never seen her flustered before. She was always so polished, so in control.
Lorenzo walked over, frowning.
“Leave it. The staff will clean it up.”
But Chiara didn’t stop.
Shards were cutting into her palm now—drops of blood falling one by one onto the marble floor—and she kept going.
It was brutal to watch.
Until Lorenzo snapped:
“I said get up!”
Only then did Chiara straighten up, head bowed, voice soft and trembling.
“Don.”
Her voice caught.
“I… I’ll resign.”
“I’ve been with you all these years. No one wants you to be happy more than I do. So—”
She lifted her face, eyes wet, tears spilling down her cheeks in big, messy drops.
“I’ll go. If that’s what it takes for the Donna to stop being angry.”
For a moment, the whole room went still. No one dared to breathe.
Lorenzo’s face darkened by the second.
After a long silence, he reached out and pulled Chiara to his side, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.
“She doesn’t get to decide how I live my life.”
Then he turned to me, every word deliberate and sharp.
“I’ve seen this act before. Playing hard to get, using Grandma to force my hand—it’s not going to work, Aurora.”
He paused. His voice dropped, carrying one last trace of warning.
“You’d better start thinking about how you’re going to dig yourself out of this lie.”