My Ex-Fiancé Severed My Finger to Please His Lover Chapter 06
Marco felt as if an invisible force were dragging at his chest, pulling it lower and lower.
No.
It couldn’t be.
“Find her. Now,” Salvatore said, rubbing his brow, his face growing darker.
The little girl was young, but she had always been smart.
She understood what had just been said and, after realizing it, started crying in fear.
“Mommy. I want Mommy.”
Salvatore crouched and pulled her into his arms.
“Don Salvatore, if you can’t find Donna yet, let me comfort the child first. I’m very good with kids.”
Sofia had barely reached out when the little girl cried with red eyes, “Go away, bad woman! You cursed at my mommy! You cut off my mommy’s finger! I’ll have the police arrest you!”
That simple sentence froze everyone in place.
Every single person looked at the little girl in disbelief.
Sofia had only cursed one person.
They had only cut off one person’s finger.
Almost at the same time, the guests all retreated several steps away from Sofia, terrified of being
connected to her.
Sofia’s eyes widened in shock, her face visibly paling.
The assistant pushed through the crowd.
“Don Salvatore, Donna is here.”
I had been thrown into a corner, barely conscious.
Because my hand had not been bandaged, blood had pooled across the floor.
Salvatore crouched in front of me.
His fingers hovered over my frighteningly pale face for several seconds, not daring to touch me
The assistant spoke carefully.
“Don Salvatore, the ambulance has been called. We’ve also sent people to search for the finger.”
He nodded, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over me with extreme care.
When he lifted his head again, coldness raged across his face.
“Very good. You even dared cut off my wife’s finger.”
His face was calm.
But the entire ballroom seemed to drop dozens of degrees.
Marco’s face was white.
His eyes held disbelief, collapse, and refusal to accept it.
“Don Salvatore, you’re lying, right? How could Elena be Donna? It has to be fake. What did she promise you? How could even you willingly act with her?”
The assistant could no longer watch.
“Marco, do you think anyone in this world can make our Don act? Stop lying to yourself.”
“Our Donna is the woman before you, the woman whose finger you cut off. Instead of worrying about whether she’s Donna, you should worry about yourself. You hurt Donna this badly. Think
about how you’ll clean this up.”
Seeing Salvatore treat me like a treasure made jealousy spill wildly through Sofia like poison.
Without even thinking, she began slandering me again.
“Don Salvatore, please don’t let Elena fool you! You don’t know her. She’s best at acting pitiful. Don’t be fooled by that innocent face. Inside, she’s vicious and shameless. Back when we lived together, she brought different men home all the time. She’s filthy enough to—”
Before she could finish, a slap struck her hard across the face.
It came from someone I never expected.
Marco.
“Shut your mouth!” His eyes were bloodshot. “Elena was never like that! You jealous bitch, you’ve been slandering her all along!”
It was as if he had suddenly woken up.
His eyes swept across the crowd and landed on the person who had just spread the terrifying rumor about Salvatore’s wife. That man was trying to sneak away.
Marco grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it hard over the man’s head.
Facing a crazed Marco, the man did not even care about the blood pouring down his face. He
dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.
“Marco, it had nothing to do with me! Sofia told me to say it. She wanted me to scare everyone’so she could make a move against Elena. She gave me a hundred thousand dollars. It really had
nothing to do with me!”
“What are you talking about? I don’t even know you!”
Exposed, Sofia furiously tried to distance herself.
But the guilt and panic in her eyes had already betrayed her.
The man crawled to Salvatore on his knees and kept slamming his forehead to the floor.
“Don, I was wrong. I was truly wrong. Please spare me. I don’t want the hundred thousand. This really had nothing to do with me. It was all Sofia’s idea. Sofia started the rumor. Your wife’s finger was cut off by Marco. Everyone saw it. If I had known Sofia wanted to harm Donna, I wouldn’t have dared touch a single hair on her head even if I had a hundred lives.”
Salvatore sneered.
“So if she weren’t my wife, killing her would have been fine?”
“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant…”
Salvatore had no patience to listen.
He lifted his eyes.
Several bodyguards immediately covered the man’s mouth and dragged him out.
The assistant hurried over with my severed finger held carefully.
“Don,
we found the finger. The ambulance is outside.”
Only then did Salvatore lift my barely conscious body into his arms.
His gaze swept over the ballroom like he was looking at a pile of corpses.
He said to the assistant, “You stay and handle this. Make sure everyone understands the price of
touching even one finger of my wife.”
The ballroom doors were shut.
A line of bodyguards stood like a wall.
No one who entered today would leave whole.
When I woke again, violent arguing came from outside the door.
Then the hospital room door was slammed open.
Marco was still wearing the groom’s suit from the wedding, but he was filthy as he rushed in.
In his hand was a rose rosary that had been pieced back together.
Five years ago, on the day of his car accident, when he was supposedly dying, I had crawled step by step up the stone stairs of the church on my knees to pray for his life.
I held that rosary until I fainted on the steps and nearly died more than once.
But he “died,” and that rosary had become a joke to him.
In the video, he had torn it apart.
It must have taken some effort to find it and string it back together.
Beads could be strung together again.
But once feelings shattered, they stayed shattered.
“Marco, stop acting.”
“I know you never lost your memory.”
“I knew from the day you faked your death in that car crash five years ago.
Marco’s gaze froze.
Deep affection turned to panic.
He anxiously tried to grab my hand.
But when he saw my reattached finger, he froze.
Helplessly, he raked his hands through his hair and broke down.
“So you married my uncle on purpose just to get back at me for lying to you? This was revenge,
wasn’t it?”
“I’m not you.” I looked straight into his eyes. “I fell in love with him.”
