I Married The Don 3 Years While He Kept His Mistress 7 Years Chapter 10
I picked up Fortunato’s limp body and walked up to Chiara. Then I slapped her across the face.
Before she could even react, I hit her again.
“Chiara. You planned this whole thing, didn’t you? The injury, the scene—all of it.”
“If you want him so badly, just say it. But killing Fortunato? I hope he haunts your dreams every single night. I hope you never sleep again.”
Chiara clutched her cheek, stammering, “Y-you—you—” but nothing else came out.
I turned around, pulled the divorce papers from my bag, and slammed them against Lorenzo’s chest.
Sheets of paper scattered everywhere. One page drifted down to his feet, stained with Fortunato’s blood.
“After all these years of this mess—the thing I regret most is ever loving you.”
“I owe Grandma. I’ll repay that debt. But from today on—we’re done.”
I looked at the face I’d loved through my entire youth.
“Because I really, truly hate you.”
Lorenzo’s tall frame went still. His lips parted like he wanted to say something.
But I didn’t wait. I turned and walked away, holding Fortunato close.
Fortunato went from a living, breathing puppy to a small jar of ash.
I cried until I had no voice left.
Looking back on my own life—wasn’t I the same as him?
Born, abandoned, left to survive on my own. Hiding my weaknesses, trying my hardest.
Just when I thought I’d finally found some light, it got crushed out of me.
People with power never really care about the small lives in the corners.
I put a row of canned meat in front of his urn.
“Next life, be a happy dog. One that never goes hungry.”
After I settled everything, I didn’t stay.
I took out all my savings, gave my staff a good severance, and found a reliable place for the remaining cats and dogs.
I took the night train.
I left Sicily behind.
The scenery outside the window blurred past—faster and faster. Palermo’s coastline faded into a smudge of deep blue, then disappeared into the dark.
I leaned against the window, and for the first time in years, I felt sure of something.
I wasn’t going to be that woman anymore—the one always begging for love.
Even without it, I could survive.
Even without it, I could still bloom.