My Ex-Fiancé Severed My Finger to Please His Lover Chapter 07
[Marco’s POV]
She said she had fallen in love with him.
No.
That was impossible.
The person she had always loved deeply was me.
I fled like a coward.
Stumbling out, I ran into Salvatore’s assistant at the end of the hallway.
The assistant handed me an envelope without expression.
“The Don asked me to give you this. Read it, and you’ll understand who planned that car crash five
years ago.”
I tore open the envelope.
After one glance, my heart nearly stopped.
Through the half-transparent window, I saw my face turn as gray as a corpse.
[Elena’s POV]
I thought I had made myself clear enough.
But one week later, when I was discharged from the hospital, I saw him again at the entrance.
He seemed to have been waiting a long time.
The moment he saw me, he rushed forward in excitement.
But before he could touch the edge of my clothes, Salvatore kicked him away.
He staggered up, his eyes burning as he glared at Salvatore.
“You despicable bastard! You’re the one who sent that video to Elena five years ago. You did it on
purpose!”
He cried out of control.
“Elena, Salvatore isn’t sincere with you. He’s been calculating against you this whole time. You’ve
been fooled!”
My brows tightened slightly.
I walked toward him.
Hope rose in his eyes.
Then I slapped him hard across the face.
“Does it matter who sent the video? Did you not fake your death? Did you not pretend to have amnesia? Did you not mess around with Sofia? Did you not cut off my finger? Marco, I’ll say this one last time. Whatever existed between us ended five years ago. The man I love now is Salvatore. The only man I’ll love in the future is him too. From now on, I am your Donna. Watch your mouth and don’t turn the De Luca family into a joke.”
After that, I did not look at him again.
I held Salvatore’s tense hand and squeezed it gently to comfort him.
The man’s tight jaw instantly relaxed.
As we turned to leave, Marco let out a roar behind us that sounded almost beastlike.
“You’ll regret this, Elena! You have no idea what Salvatore did to become Don!”
I did not look back.
But I felt Salvatore’s fingertips go faintly cold.
It was fine.
None of them knew that I already knew.
The next time I heard news about Marco was two months later.
He was paralyzed.
He would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
He had gone to Old St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York and prayed to the priest with the rose rosary and a blood oath, begging to “let Elena come back to me.”
He walked the road I had once walked.
Those stone steps he had once mocked me for crawling up “like a desperate fool.”
He made it up.
But on the way down, his legs gave out, and he rolled down the stairs.
The woods around the old church were quiet.
By the time someone found him, the best window for treatment had already passed.
I heard that on the way to the hospital, he clutched the repaired rose rosary so tightly his palm bled,
never letting go.
He kept murmuring, “My Elena is waiting for me… We promised we’d never leave each other…”
I did not care.
I had no time to care.
Because I was taking family photos at the estate.
When Salvatore wrapped his arm around my waist for the photo, his voice was sour.
“Feeling sorry for him?”
I snorted.
“I feel sorrier for someone who had a crush for seven years and didn’t dare say a word.”
His expression turned unnatural, but his arm tightened around me.
Our daughter saw it and immediately squeezed in, unwilling to be left out.
“Daddy, Mommy, I want hugs and kisses too!”
Salvatore laughed and lifted one in each arm.
Because the photos turned out so well, the photographer asked if we could leave one as a sample.
The usually low-profile Don agreed for the first time.
On the ride home, through the speeding car window, I saw Sofia with broken limbs, curled in a
corner while people beat her.
Out of her mind, she kept shouting, “I’m Mrs. De Luca… You trash aren’t even worthy of shining ny shoes…”
I covered my daughter’s ears.
The man beside me reached out and covered mine.
Looking at his reddened ears, I could not help remembering the diary I had found by accident.
It was not an ordinary diary.
It was the vow book of the head of the De Luca family.
The first page read:
[That woman is strong. Her abilities can help me expand the family’s business empire. She is my best choice for a wife. Unfortunately, she is Marco’s fiancee.]
[Marco cheated. To have a few more years of fun, he faked his death and pretended to have
amnesia.]
[I know my chance has come.]
The last page read:
[I calculated everything except falling in love with her.]
When I closed the diary, I found a faint line on the back of the last page.
It looked as if it had been written and erased, erased and written again.
[If one day she finds out the truth, will she still stay by my side?]
I put the diary back where it had been and pretended I had never seen it.
