Chapter 5
Bruno, who had been pouring wine for Lilah, froze mid–action. “What document?”
“The doctor said Mrs. Zedano took off in the early hours of the morning, and she left behind… divorce papers.”
Bruno gripped his phone so hard that it nearly cracked in his hand. He immediately leaped to his feet, his expression as dark as an oncoming storm. He couldn’t even believe his ears–even though he knew he had gone a little too far this time.
Even if she wasn’t willing to apologize, she still shouldn’t have threatened him–the Don–with divorce.
A flash of mockery crossed Lilah’s eyes, but she tugged on his custom–tailored suit and said softly, “Did something happen to Amara? I’ll go with you. Maybe I can help?”
Bruno nodded, and the two immediately took the Rolls–Royce and headed to the private hospital.
Inside the car, Lilah’s soft hand brushed over his chest. “Don’t worry, Amara will be fine.”
Bruno, already frustrated, only became more agitated by her closeness. With a frown, he dodged her hand, humming coldly. For the first time, he rejected her touch on instinct.
Lilah awkwardly withdrew her hand, her nails digging deep into her palm. Bruno had never treated her like this before.
She sneaked a glance at his thunderous profile, and unease bubbled in her. She hurriedly sent out a text and soon received a reply.
“Don’t worry. Everything’s been taken care of properly, with no loose ends.”
In a VIP ward of the family’s private hospital, the director was pacing around nervously. How was he going to explain how the Don’s wife had disappeared right under their noses?
“What happened?” Bruno demanded as he opened the door, the temperature in the ward seeming to plummet instantly.
The director trembled as he handed over a folder. He was barely able to meet the Don’s eyes.
Bruno massaged his temples, then turned to head back to the Scrician castle. Everything inside the castle was still the same. Traces of me were everywhere, as if nothing had changed.
Bruno collapsed onto the leather couch, his eyes fixed on our wedding photo that was hanging on the wall. A bride and groom stood before the stained glass windows in a chapel, exchanging vows and rings. But if one looked closely, they’d see the deep sorrow buried in both of our eyes. Now, he finally understood that sorrow. It was because there had always been someone else in his heart.
In the beginning, we had been two complete strangers–cautious and distant with each other. It wasn’t until that night when he pinned me beneath his body, reeking of alcohol. He called out my name over and over. I tore off his icy mask, and our two burning hearts collided. From then on, we became the picture–perfect couple among the mafia families.
Bruno began taking care of me without even realizing it. Even while watching over Lilah, he’d also take bullets for me gifts.
d surprise me with
There was one time when I was gravely injured in an assassination attempt. He carried me as he sprinted across ten city blocks, crashing through countless mafia barricades.
He had always assumed that it was all out of duty and guilt. But now, at this very moment, he realized with a start that it was because he had long since fallen in love with me.
Years in the mafia had taught him to hide his emotions. Yet in the days we had spent together, he had unknowingly fallen for the daughter of
his sworn enemy.
Bruno closed his eyes in anguish, but the only thing running through his mind was my smiling face. When he thought about me breaking down, his eyes flew open, and his breaths came in sharp gasps.
As he stared at the medical report in his hand, it felt as if his heart had been mercilessly torn apart. His child–his child with me–was gone, just like that.
“Don Zedano, don’t be too sad. I’ll always be right here beside you.”
