My Ex-Fiancé Severed My Finger to Please His Lover Chapter 03
Marco stared at me in disbelief, and for no reason, panic began to rise in his chest.
I was about to leave when he suddenly grabbed my hand.
“You’re addicted to this act now? This money isn’t enough to buy that cheap fake ring of yours?”
I did not understand why he was holding me.
“Let go.”
He glared at me through clenched teeth.
“You really don’t learn until it’s too late. Fine. Sofia and I are having our wedding in a week. My uncle happens to be returning to the country that day. You can come and watch, and I’ll have my uncle see for himself how shameless the trash I threw away has become.”
The moment Sofia heard wedding, the joy on her face almost spilled out.
“Elena, don’t tell me you’re too scared to come because you’re afraid of being exposed.”
I carefully put the ring away and answered indifferently, “Fine. I’ll be there. I hope you don’t regret it.”
After I walked out of the private room, I stopped by the door for a few minutes.
One of Marco’s friends sighed.
“Marco, did you push it too far? Something feels off about Elena. She can’t really be married, right?”
“Impossible. She’s acting.” Marco’s voice was full of certainty. “With that pathetic nature of hers, all I have to do is crook a finger.”
Thinking of how calm my gaze had been when I left, he pressed his lips together unnaturally.
“I’m tired of the game anyway. After the wedding, I’ll ‘recover my memory.’ I’ll tell her how much I suffered, say she’s the one I love most, and she’ll come crawling back like a dog.”
“No wonder you’re the best. One fake-amnesia trick, five years of fun outside, and Elena still waited for you without complaint.”
Sofia pouted.
“Marco, if you recover your memory, what about me?”
Marco pinched her waist.
“Same as before. Besides, where’s the thrill if everything is out in the open?”
I listened quietly until the end, my heart cold.
I walked quickly to the club entrance and took several deep breaths before swallowing the nausea.
Marco did not know.
On the night he “died” in that car crash five years ago, I had received a video.
I opened my phone.
His voice in the video carried a smile.
“I do love Elena, but she’s so boring. The thought of having only her after marriage makes life feel dull as hell.”
“I’ll fake my death and go have fun for a few years. When I come back, I’ll just say I lost my memory. Remember to record more videos of her falling apart. I can’t wait to watch her suffer over me.”
On the day the doctors declared him dead, I did fall apart exactly as he had wanted.
The despair of the whole sky collapsing was so intense I could not even cry.
I had thought about dying with him.
It was his “best friends” who desperately stopped me.
But I never noticed the phone hidden in the dark, recording my pain.
And I never noticed the laughter they could barely hold back behind their fake masks of grief.
I put my phone away.
From that day on, Marco had been pretending to be dead.
But in my heart, he truly died.
The news that Marco was alive exploded along with news of his wedding and shook the whole circle.
That night, Sofia updated her social feed.
A romantic wedding venue.
A delicate wedding dress.
That diamond ring.
Everything was what Marco had once carefully prepared for me.
In the photos, their fingers were intertwined, and the caption was full of sticky sweet words.
I glanced at it and was about to exit when Marco’s message popped up.
[Are you losing your mind with jealousy yet?]
I deleted and blocked him immediately.
Then Sofia’s message jumped out.
[You saw it, right? You’re just a dog we kept around for entertainment. I’m the only one worthy of being Mrs. De Luca.]
I gave her the same treatment without a word.
The moment my phone screen went dark, another message appeared.
The sender was an encrypted number.
Only three words.
[They will pay.]
That number belonged to Salvatore De Luca.
