I Married The Don 3 Years While He Kept His Mistress 7 Years Chapter 15
After that, my shelter videos went viral overnight.
Brands started sending dog food and cat food on their own. Donations poured in on the very first day the channel opened.
I rented a bigger yard. A proper place for strays.
I heard Chiara ended up with some businessman from Milan.
When someone told me, I was quiet for a while.
She couldn’t handle the fall—from running things at the Greco estate to having nothing at all. So she went down that road instead.
Not long after, I came across a video of her online. Cornered in the street. Her clothes being torn off.
I put my phone down and let out a breath.
Then I looked up—and saw Lorenzo standing at the gate.
I don’t know how long he’d been there. His coat was covered in fallen leaves.
“Grandma took my power away.”
“Three Capos called for a new Don. I’ve got nothing left.”
His eyes were red. His voice was wrecked.
“Aurora, I regret it every single day. Could you… give me one more chance?”
He grabbed my hand, his voice dropping to barely a whisper:
“Please…”
I looked down at his hand around mine.
That hand had signed execution orders. Held a gun. Worn the family ring.
And now it was shaking.
I pointed to the small mound of dirt in the corner of the yard.
“Sure. Bring Fortunato back to life. Then I’ll give you your chance.”
Lorenzo froze. He stared at that little grave. Didn’t move for a long time.
He finally understood—I wasn’t that timid girl anymore.
I held up my phone.
“Leave now, or I’m calling the cops.”
I turned my back on him. The silence stretched behind me.
Then I heard his footsteps fade away. The iron gate creaked shut and went quiet.
I made sure every cat and dog was settled. Then I lay back in the rocking chair in the yard.
Along the balcony and windowsills were pots and pots of white gardenias.
Their petals bunched together, thick and soft. The breeze carried their gentle scent through the whole yard.
Past the field, the Sicilian ridge stretched out against the sky.
The blue was deepening into dark, and a few stars had already appeared.
I closed my eyes.
A flower doesn’t need anyone’s permission to bloom.