Nothing Waits Forever, Not Even Love

I once thought I would spend my entire life in love with my husband, Vincenzo, the Don of the De Luca family. In the end, our whirlwind romance was no match for a childhood promise. On the day Vincenzo went through with a sham marriage to his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, to honor a blood oath, I destroyed the penthouse we had filled with memories and left his city for good. When Vincenzo used the family's entire intelligence network and still couldn't find me, the untouchable Don was driven mad. Later, he offered a worldwide bounty for any information on my whereabouts and even publicly begged me to come back. Too bad for him, I already wore another man's ring. Vincenzo, nothing waits for you forever. Especially a love you strangled with your own hands. Chapter 1 At two in the morning, a sharp pain in my abdomen tore me from my sleep. I instinctively reached for the space beside me. The silk sheets were cold. Vincenzo hadn't come home again. The pain in my lower abdomen intensified, and a cold sweat soaked through my nightgown. My hand trembled as I grabbed the encrypted phone and dialed his private number, the one only I could call. It rang for a long time before someone finally picked up. Before I could even speak, a young woman's soft, sweet voice came through the phone. "Donna? The Don is in the shower. He's exhausted." "If you need him, try again tomorrow. I'm hanging up." "Wait, Chloe, let me talk to him… I…" But she hung up before I could finish. I refused to give up. Fighting the pain that threatened to pull me into unconsciousness, I dialed again. This time, I was met with a cold, mechanical tone. Lying on the enormous bed, I gasped in agony. A cold fear of death washed over me as tears slid silently down my face. I didn't want to die like this. I was only twenty-eight. I still had my parents. I still had Vincenzo. The will to survive forced me to move. With no other choice, I broke a Family rule and dialed 911. While still conscious, I used the last of my strength to crawl to the front door and unlock the bulletproof lock. Soon, the wail of an ambulance siren shattered the silence of the luxury apartment building. In the emergency room, the doctor stared at the frantic numbers on the monitor, his expression grim. "Ectopic pregnancy, ruptured fallopian tube, and massive internal bleeding. She needs surgery immediately." By then, I had regained a sliver of consciousness. I gripped the nurse's hand and gave her Vincenzo's number. "Call him… please." The nurse tried calling again and again, only to shake her head at me helplessly each time. A younger nurse looked at my deathly pale face, her eyes full of pity. "Do you have any other family? Or a friend we can call?" I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. My parents were in Tuscany. Even on the earliest flight, they wouldn't arrive until tomorrow afternoon. Besides, my mother had a heart condition. She couldn't handle a shock like this. Ever since marrying Vincenzo, I had lost all my connections outside the family. It was only then I realized that besides the man who was now with another woman, I had nothing. "Give me a pen." I gasped for breath. "The surgical consent form. I'll sign it myself." This was probably the most pathetic moment of my life. Calling my own ambulance, signing my own consent form, facing a life-or-death surgery all alone. Thankfully, I had money. That was the one thing Vincenzo was never stingy with. Money bought me the best private nurse and a VIP room. The surgery lasted all night. When I opened my eyes again, the morning sun streamed through the window, a little too bright. Seeing I was awake, my nurse quickly handed me a glass of warm water, her voice tinged with lingering fear. "Miss Vance, thank God. The doctor said if you had arrived just half an hour later, not even a miracle could have saved you." I subconsciously touched my abdomen. There was a new scar there, but a life was gone. Vincenzo and I had tried for a baby for two years. We had imagined this child's arrival countless times, only for it to end in this tragedy. I fought back my tears and pulled out my phone. I had to tell Vincenzo what happened. This time, it was Vincenzo himself who answered. "Vincenzo, I…" "Elara, do you have any idea what the rules are?" "Who gave you permission to call an ambulance? My man at the precinct reported flashing lights at the De Luca penthouse last night. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you've caused me?" My knuckles turned white as I gripped the phone, my heart feeling like it was being squeezed in a vise. "I almost died… Vincenzo, last night I…" "Enough. I know I've been neglecting you because of Marco, but did you have to pull a stunt like this to get my attention?" He cut me off. "I was with Marco yesterday. He was having a rejection episode, and his condition was critical. Chloe was there too." "And another thing, there's nothing going on between Chloe and me. She's like a sister to me. She's no threat to your position as the Donna of the De Luca family. Can you stop acting like some jealous, classless harpy?" After a few seconds of dead silence, Vincenzo spoke again. "Well? Say something, Elara?" I opened my mouth, but my voice was raw and hoarse. "I was trying to tell you, I had an ectopic…" Before I could finish, I heard Chloe's panicked, tearful voice on the other end. "Vincenzo! Stop talking on the phone! You have to come see Marco, the doctor says his vitals are dropping!" "I have to go. This is important." The line went dead. I stared at the white ceiling as my tears finally broke free, streaming from the corners of my eyes into my ears, chilling me to the bone. Eight years. I had been with Vincenzo for eight years. In those eight years, we survived gang wars and countless assassination attempts. Two years ago, we stood before a priest and vowed to build an empire of our own. But now, just three months after his blood brother Marco returned with his sister, I had become nothing more than an unreasonable, jealous madwoman in his eyes. "Ha." I covered my eyes and, in that empty hospital room, laughed until my body shook, tears streaming down my face. Chapter 2 After I calmed down, the first thing I did was send the diagnosis report to Vincenzo. If only to give our eight-year relationship some kind of closure. I knew what Chloe and her brother meant to Vincenzo. When Vincenzo was a child, his father was killed in a gang war, and his mother had a mental breakdown. The neighboring Rossi family took Vincenzo in after he was orphaned. Marco, a few years older, was the big brother he had trusted since childhood. And Chloe was the little shadow who always trailed behind him. Everyone assumed the future Don would marry his childhood sweetheart. But during a firefight in a dark alley ten years ago, it was Marco who threw himself in front of a young Vincenzo. A bullet meant for Vincenzo's heart had torn through Marco's lung instead. After that, the Rossi family moved abroad and were gone for eight years. I didn't know the exact reasons, only that it was for Marco to recover and to escape the violence of our world. Until three months ago, when Chloe returned to New York with a dying Marco and came to Vincenzo for help. And that was when Vincenzo started staying out all night. When I asked, he was always at the hospital with Marco. At first, out of respect for their brotherhood, and after learning the Rossi family had fallen on hard times, I used the De Luca family's foundation connections to find a lung specialist for Marco in Switzerland. I truly believed that our eight years together were indestructible, that our relationship wouldn't crumble just because his old friend and childhood sweetheart had returned. But gradually, I noticed my presence seemed to make both Vincenzo and Chloe uncomfortable. It got to the point where Chloe would burst into pitiful tears whenever I appeared. Later, Vincenzo forbade me from visiting. "Stay away from the hospital. Don't provoke them." I didn't understand what was so wrong about a wife showing concern for her husband's savior. But my upbringing kept me from making a scene like some girl from the streets. I thought if I was just proper enough, just tolerant enough, he would come back to me once he had dealt with everything. But the surgeon's scalpel last night had severed my last illusion. Pulling myself together, I sent Vincenzo a text, attaching the diagnosis report for the ectopic pregnancy. Meanwhile, in a private hospital room on the other side of Manhattan. Vincenzo was staring at his phone screen, his brow furrowed. I learned later that Chloe was nestled against his side at that moment and leaned in to look. With just one glance, before Vincenzo could say a word, Chloe's eyes instantly reddened. Tears began to fall, one by one, as she spoke in a choked voice. "I'm so sorry, Vincenzo… I never should have come back." Her tears flowed freely. "The Donna must care about you so much… she's afraid I'll take her place. That's why she would make up such a… such a terrible lie. It's my fault. The very sight of me and my brother must offend her." Vincenzo might have felt a flash of concern. But then he considered it. Between the recent infighting in the Family and Marco's condition, he hadn't been home in three months, let alone touched me. Three months apart. Where would a baby have come from? He prided himself on knowing me, certain I would never betray him. This could only be a desperate play for his attention. He stroked Chloe's hair, his voice exceptionally gentle. "Silly girl, this has nothing to do with you." "I've been too lenient with her. Now she doesn't even know where the line is." Chloe threw herself into Vincenzo's arms, crying. "Thank you, Vincenzo. If it weren't for you, my brother and I would be dead." Vincenzo patted her back, giving her his firmest reassurance. After comforting Chloe for a while, Vincenzo finally found a moment to reply to my message. [Elara, Marco doesn't have much time left. You know who he took that bullet for. As the Donna of the De Luca family, you should know better.] [Stop cursing yourself with such vicious lies and stop trying to get sympathy over a child that doesn't exist. Once the funeral is over, I'll buy you that diamond you've always wanted. Stop making a scene.] Eight years. I had stood by him through firefights and hails of bullets. I thought we were soulmates. I once said that the only person in the world who truly understood me was Vincenzo. It turned out that in his heart, I was just a crazy woman who would invent a miscarriage out of jealousy. It doesn't take an army to break a person. Just a constant stream of disappointments, until the last one finally extinguishes your hope. I couldn't even feel anger anymore. Wiping my tears, I sent Vincenzo a one-word reply. [Okay.] Five days later, I checked myself out of the hospital. I didn't contact Vincenzo. I just carried my small bag and, enduring the dull ache from my surgery, walked slowly out of the hospital building. Just as I was about to call a car, a familiar black sedan pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down, revealing Vincenzo's trusted driver. "The Don sent me as soon as he got the message from the capo. He said he'll be home after he takes care of some business and told me to take you back first." I leaned against the bulletproof glass, watching the Manhattan streetscape recede. His "business," I figured, still had to do with Marco and Chloe. Back at the penthouse, I got a call from my lawyer. "Good. Draft the agreement and send it over. Yes, the sooner the better." Just as I said that and was about to hang up, the door's security system beeped. Vincenzo walked in, wearing a black overcoat handmade by his Italian tailor. In his hand, he held a bouquet of my favorite lilies of the valley, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. "What agreement?" Chapter 3 Vincenzo tried to sound casual, as if the coldness on the phone days ago had never happened. "It's about my finances," I said without looking at him, and started to walk away. Vincenzo strode forward, loosening his tie and wrapping his arms around me from behind. "Baby, I'm home." In the past, I would have turned around, gently caressed his face, and given him a smiling kiss. But now, as his familiar scent filled my nostrils, a wave of nausea washed over me. I didn't want to say another word to him. I shoved his arms away and walked straight into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. The click of the lock echoed in the silence. Vincenzo stood frozen, at a complete loss. He couldn't understand why I was still throwing a tantrum. He was home now, so why was I still giving him the cold shoulder? Vincenzo was angry. He took several deep breaths in the living room before composing himself. "Forget it," he muttered to himself. "No matter how educated she is, she's still just a woman in the end. It's normal for women to be petty and jealous." "She loves me to death anyway. A little coaxing is all it will take…" With that thought, Vincenzo let out a soft snort and headed for the bathroom. I had slept terribly in the hospital, haunted by images of Vincenzo defending the Rossi siblings every time I closed my eyes. Even though I had decided on a divorce, letting go of so many years felt like tearing my soul from my body. Wiping my tears, all I wanted was to sleep. Just then, Vincenzo, trailing steam from his shower, pushed open the bedroom door, lifted the covers, and lay down beside me. Before I could push him away, his long arms were already wrapped tightly around me from behind. His searing chest pressed against my back. He leaned in, his calloused fingertips tracing my waist, his touch meant to ignite a familiar spark. "It's been three months, Elara." His lips brushed against my carotid artery, his voice hoarse. "Stop sulking. I know you want this." Before, I would have melted in his arms. But now, the unhealed incision on my abdomen throbbed with a dull, insistent pain. His touch at this moment felt utterly revolting. "Don't touch me!" Using all my strength, I shoved him away. Vincenzo felt he had already humbled himself enough. He couldn't understand what I was still so angry about. With an impatient sigh, Vincenzo sat up in bed. "Elara, what more do you want from me? I saw those vicious texts you sent Chloe." "Yes, Chloe and I grew up together, but I only see her as a sister. Why do you have to make us sound so sordid?" "And Marco, he's like a blood brother to me. We've been through life and death together!" "You lied about an ectopic pregnancy, and I let it go. You call to check up on me constantly, and I can forgive that. But can you just stop being so unreasonable?" If I had any lingering reluctance about the divorce, it all turned to ash in that moment. I looked at the man I had loved for eight years and felt like I was staring at a stranger. "Vincenzo, I'm tired." I pointed to the door. "Get out." Vincenzo froze. In this home, in all of New York, no one dared to tell him to "get out." "You're telling me to get out?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. This was our home, our sanctuary. Where did I expect him to go? But before he could demand an answer, the phone on the nightstand rang. Vincenzo glanced at the screen, and the anger on his face vanished instantly. "Vincenzo! Blood… so much blood!" Chloe's terrified voice pierced through the speaker. "Marco's coughing up blood! The doctors are just shaking their heads. I'm so scared, you have to come!" The color drained from Vincenzo's face. He was off the bed in a flash, grabbing his coat and rushing for the door while speaking into the phone. "Don't panic. I'm on my way." As I heard the front door slam shut, I finally closed my eyes. But I didn't sleep. The thorn in my heart wouldn't let me rest. On some strange impulse, I got up and dressed. I was going to the hospital. Not to win him back or to pick a fight. I was going to serve him the divorce papers in person and make a clean break, once and for all. When I arrived at the private hospital controlled by the De Luca family, the door to the top-floor VIP suite was slightly ajar. Inside the somber room, Marco lay ashen-faced, an oxygen tube in his nose. He opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Vincenzo with a pleading gaze. "Vincenzo, I'm not going to make it…" "The only person I can't bear to leave behind is Chloe… She's too innocent. This world will eat her alive." "Brother, I'm asking you for one last thing…" Marco was gasping for air, but every word he spoke was a dagger in my heart. "Swear on the Family's name… marry Chloe. Give her the De Luca name, and protect her for the rest of her life." Chapter 4 Vincenzo froze. I stood just outside the bulletproof glass of the ICU, every word a dagger in my heart. He could support Chloe for the rest of her life, give her a status in the underworld no one would dare challenge, but how could he give her the De Luca name? He had sworn before a priest that I was his one and only Donna, his one and only wife. Seeing Vincenzo's hesitation, Marco's body on the bed suddenly began to convulse violently. The heart monitor shrieked, its alarm like a countdown to death. Blood gushed from Marco's mouth, staining Vincenzo's expensive white shirt. Chloe, sobbing and trembling, tried to wipe the blood away while pleading with her brother. "Brother, Vincenzo is already married. Don't make things difficult for him." "No… It was my fault. It was because of me that you had to leave New York. I'm the one who let you lose your protection…" Marco's hand gripped Vincenzo's arm tightly. "Vincenzo, cough… You know what this world does to women without the protection of a Family. Please, give her your name. Only the title of Mrs. De Luca can keep her safe…" Seeing the brother who had taken a bullet for him gasping for air, his emotions spiraling, Vincenzo didn't hesitate any longer. He immediately clasped Chloe's hand. "Marco, I promise you." "I will marry Chloe. I will give her the highest honor and protection of the De Luca family." "You… swear on the family crest…" Marco's eyes widened in a final burst of energy. Vincenzo had no choice. He closed his eyes, then slowly raised his right hand. "I swear on the name of the De Luca family, I will marry Chloe. If I break this vow, may I be cast into hell, never to find peace." Hearing those words, Marco's tense body finally went limp, a look of relief spreading across his gaunt face. "I don't have long. You must hold the ceremony before I die." As if the effort of speaking was too much, Marco lapsed back into unconsciousness. After hearing everything, I didn't storm in. Instead, I turned and walked to a bench outside, my body going cold. A few minutes later, Vincenzo came out. He ripped off his tie and lit a cigar, his movements sharp with agitation. After a moment, Chloe appeared with two cups of espresso and pressed herself against his side. "Vincenzo, I know my brother's request is too much… but he's dying, and I don't want him to go with regrets. Don't worry, it'll just be a formality. I'll go and explain everything to Elara." "Don't." Vincenzo blew out a puff of smoke, his eyes dark. "I am the Don. This isn't just a marriage; it's a responsibility. Elara understands the bigger picture. She won't make a fuss over something like this." "Will she really not mind? But she…" Chloe trailed off, biting her lip, her eyes darting nervously. "What about her? Did she send you more of those texts?" Before Chloe could answer, Vincenzo took her phone and opened her texts. On the screen was a message from a contact named "Elara." [Elara: You bitch, Chloe, why isn't your brother's worthless life over yet? How much longer is he going to drag Vincenzo down?] Seeing the message "I" had supposedly sent, Vincenzo nearly dropped the phone. He probably never imagined that his elegant, proper, Ivy-league-educated wife could be so vicious in private. After all, he had never seen this side of me since the day we met. "Vincenzo, don't be angry. Donna was just upset because she loves you so much. It's my fault. I'm the one who shouldn't be here." Chloe's crying was heartbreaking. She fell into Vincenzo's broad embrace. Vincenzo crushed his cigar and wrapped a large arm around her. "She's gone too far. Even as my wife, she has no right to insult my brother like that. I'll make her apologize to you." Chloe nodded through her sobs, but in her eyes, unseen by Vincenzo, was the glint of triumph. Just then, I stepped out from the shadows and stood before them. Vincenzo started, his expression instantly becoming complicated. He had always considered me the perfect Donna. Calm, elegant, a brilliant financial advisor, and most importantly, someone who would support him unconditionally no matter what. Even if I had been throwing a bit of a fit lately, it was just jealousy. But those vicious curses were far too much. The sun was bright, but its light couldn't hide the deathly pallor of my face. Looking at Vincenzo's disappointed and accusatory gaze, I curled my lips into a smile, finding the whole situation absurdly funny. "What did I say? Is it something worthy of the great Don putting on such a dramatic, heartfelt performance?" "Are you still going to stand there and be sarcastic?" "Chloe, show her the messages." Chloe shook her head pitifully, then walked over and gripped my arm tightly. "Donna, you can say whatever you want to me, I don't mind. But my brother is dying. He wants to see me and Vincenzo get married before he passes..." "Wait." I shook off Chloe's hand, cutting her off. "What did I say to you? Be specific." "I..." At my question, Chloe immediately recoiled like a frightened deer, hiding behind Vincenzo. Seeing Chloe so aggrieved, Vincenzo took a large step forward, shielding her with his body. "Elara, I am so disappointed in you. Chloe has been trying to spare your dignity, and what do you do? Curse her brother's life, call her a slut. All those years at an Ivy League school, and this is what you've learned? Cheap tricks?" A sharp crack echoed through the air as I slapped Vincenzo across the face with all my strength. Every word he had just spoken was a complete and utter humiliation of my pride. Vincenzo clearly hadn't expected me to hit him. His eyes filled with shock. "You hit me?" The slap was so hard it snapped his head to the side, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Yes. Does it hurt?" I shook my stinging palm and let out a soft laugh, though the mirth didn't reach my eyes. "So, you can feel pain too, Vincenzo?" I took a deep breath. "That's right. I called her a bitch. A homewrecker. I wished her brother would die sooner. So what? He's not my brother. It has nothing to do with me." "She just said she wanted my blessing? No problem." "As for the family lawyers, I'm free anytime." With that, I didn't give Vincenzo another glance. I just turned and walked away. Vincenzo clutched his cheek, watching my slender figure retreat into the distance. For some reason, a wave of panic washed over him. He couldn't understand why I looked so unfazed. Why, when he told me he was going to marry Chloe, had I not cried or begged, but simply agreed? Was this still the Elara who couldn't fall asleep outside his arms, who came to him for comfort over the smallest grievance? Chloe gently touched Vincenzo's cheek, her face a mask of concern. "Vincenzo, does it hurt? Elara didn't mean it. She was just angry. I'll go to her later and explain everything. I'll get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. I'm sure you two will make up." Chloe's voice was soft and docile, like an anesthetic that slowly eased Vincenzo's taut nerves. Vincenzo nodded, accepting her explanation. No matter what, he was certain I could never truly leave him. Not for three days, let alone for good. Chapter 5 "Are you sure you want to liquidate everything, Donna?" My private lawyer, Ethan, stared at the thick file in his hands and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone filled with disbelief. "Once you sign this, your authorization over all shell corporations, trust funds, and overseas accounts linked to the De Luca family will be terminated. This means severing ties with eight years of your hard work." I nodded calmly, saying nothing more. Ethan didn't press the matter. He handed me the pen. The nib scratched across the paper, the sound like a blade cutting through rotting flesh. "Also, please draft the divorce papers for me. As soon as possible." "And the Don…" "I'll handle him. And until this is all settled, please ensure it remains confidential." Everyone in the underworld knew about Vincenzo and me. For eight years, his love for me was public and passionate. Everyone spoke of the deep love between the Don and Donna of the De Luca family. For it to end like this, it was natural for Ethan to have reservations. But while I may appear quiet and gentle, I have a stubborn streak. Once I decide on something, I don't look back. I spent the entire day severing my ties to the Family. That evening, the divorce papers were delivered to my office. After carefully reviewing all the clauses, I signed my name without a second thought. It was late when I returned to the penthouse apartment. I opened the door to a dark living room. The only light was the faint, scarlet glow of a cigar smoldering in the blackness. Vincenzo was sitting in an armchair, a Cuban cigar pinched between his fingers. The air was thick with the heavy scent of tobacco and whiskey. Hearing the door, he stubbed out the cigar and stood up, his tall frame instantly casting a long shadow. "You're back." His voice carried a weariness I had never heard before. "I know you don't like the smell… I'm sorry." "It's fine." I was already giving up on this home. Why would I care if he smoked in the living room? I changed my shoes and walked straight toward the bedroom. "Elara, I need to talk to you." Vincenzo crossed the room in a few large strides, blocking my way. His embrace was once my most cherished sanctuary, but now it only made me feel suffocated. "We need to talk." He looked down at me, a rare anxiety in his eyes. But I was exhausted from the long day and had no energy to argue. I simply stood my ground, my gaze calm as I met his. "Okay. Go on." Vincenzo had been expecting me to be angry after his behavior that morning, to give him the silent treatment. He assumed my late return was a sign of my continued displeasure. He didn't expect me to be so calm. Though a faint sense of unease still lingered, he knew he couldn't put this off any longer. "Marco is fading fast." He avoided my gaze, his brow furrowed. "The doctors have given him his final notice." "You know what Marco means to me. A man of the De Luca family cannot break his word." "You know his only dying wish is to see Chloe settled. So I…" Vincenzo believed he had done nothing wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to say the next words. He didn't know how to tell his wife he had to marry another woman. "So, you have to give Chloe a title, the name of Mrs. De Luca, and protect her for the rest of her life with the family crest. Is that right?" I finished for him. I still remembered every word I had heard at the hospital today. It turned out, even he knew how hurtful those words were. "You already knew?" Vincenzo looked surprised. But since we were already on the topic, he had no choice but to reason with me. "Elara, my parents were killed by our enemies when I was a child. One time, when a rival family ambushed me, it was Marco who saved my life." "He's not just my brother; he's my savior. If it weren't for him, I'd be in a grave right now. This is a blood debt. I know you can…" "You don't have to say another word. I agree." Vincenzo had a whole speech prepared about responsibility and the bigger picture, but I cut him off. For a long moment, he didn't respond. "Vincenzo, I said, I agree. Go ahead and make the arrangements." After saying that, I even curved my lips into a small smile. That smile instantly cleared much of the gloom from Vincenzo's mind. He joyfully pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. "I knew it!" He rested his chin on the top of my head. "I knew you would understand. My Elara is the most sensible of all." "Don't worry, the marriage to Chloe is a sham. It's just a ceremony to give Marco peace of mind." "I won't invite many people, but if outsiders start talking or if anyone in the Family questions it, I hope you'll help me explain." Imprisoned in his embrace, I felt no warmth at all. I just stood there woodenly, a soulless doll in his arms. I swallowed the crushing pain in my heart and managed a soft "Mm." That ought to satisfy him, right? Vincenzo released me and leaned in to kiss my forehead, but I turned my head just enough to avoid it. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." I pushed him away and walked back into the bedroom. Chapter 6 For the next three days, Vincenzo didn't come back. I wasn't idle, either. As a chief financial advisor, I had handled countless complex asset liquidations. This time, it was my own. I packed all my personal documents and belongings, shipping them secretly through my private channels to a secure vault in Zurich. Leaning back on the sofa, I stared at the wedding photo of Vincenzo and me on the wall, my eyes filled with cold tears. My phone buzzed, a text message pulling me back to the present. I opened it. It was a picture from Chloe. No words, just a high-definition selfie. In the photo, Chloe was wearing an ivory Italian gown, made from Vincenzo's favorite fabric. But what stung my eyes was the emerald necklace resting on her collarbone. It was the De Luca family heirloom, passed down through generations, to be worn only by the reigning Donna. When we got married, I had wanted to wear that necklace. But Vincenzo had locked it away in a UBS vault, whispering in my ear, "Elara, on our tenth anniversary, I will put this on you myself. Don't worry, you are the only woman worthy of its weight." Now, those heavy green gems rested on another woman's collarbone, their mocking gleam caught in the camera's flash. I looked back at my wedding photo with Vincenzo and felt that the eight years I had dedicated to our relationship were nothing but a colossal joke. My phone buzzed again. Another message from Chloe. [Chloe: Elara, the ceremony is tomorrow. The Don said that considering Marco's dying wish and your feelings, it would be best for everyone's dignity if you didn't attend. We can get together privately after everything has settled.] What a perfect victim. Using a dying man to pressure the living, cloaking her greed in the name of "dignity." I laughed coldly and replied with a single word. "Congratulations." After sending it, I blocked her number and made a call to a professional painting company. Everything in this apartment was a product of my love and hard work. Since I was leaving, there was no reason for any of it to remain. The next day, the ceremony at the De Luca estate was grand and solemn. Of course, I didn't go. I found out later that the guests were all friends and relatives of the Rossi family. Vincenzo kept searching for me in the crowd, but from the beginning of the ceremony to the end, I was nowhere to be seen. After the ceremony, Vincenzo wanted to return to our apartment. Chloe wanted to go with him, saying she wanted to thank me in person for my blessing. Vincenzo had no reason to refuse. He believed he and Chloe were innocent and had nothing to hide. But when Vincenzo opened the door, he froze as if struck by lightning. The luxurious Italian decor of the penthouse was gone. The walls, the ceiling, the expensive marble floors, even the window frames, were all coated in a thick layer of light-absorbing, industrial matte black paint. Except for a few boxes in the center of the living room containing Vincenzo's personal belongings, our home was completely empty. As Chloe let out a fake gasp, Vincenzo walked stiffly into the living room and, with a trembling hand, picked up the file folder from the top of the boxes. He ripped it open. Two documents slid out. One was the divorce agreement I had signed. The other was the surgical report for my ectopic pregnancy.