The Mafia Don Rejected Her… Then Learned She Was Dying Chapter 10
Glass exploded inward.
The attackers dragged Alexander from the
wreckage and brought their weapons down on
him again and again.
Only when distant police sirens pierced the air did
they finally scatter.
Tommy regained consciousness first.
The moment he saw Alexander lying unconscious.
in a pool of blood, panic seized him.
“Don Alexander!”
He struggled violently.
“Boss! Wake up!”
The steering column had crushed against his legs,
trapping him inside.
He couldn’t move.
Nearby, Alexander’s eyelids fluttered.
Pain dragged him back into consciousness.
“… How long…?” he rasped.
Tommy clenched his jaw.
“Almost four hours.”
“Four…”
Blood spilled from Alexander’s lips as he coughed.
Four hours.
The surgery.
Serafina.
Ignoring the agony tearing through his body, he
dragged himself through the shattered window.
Every movement left a trail of blood behind him.
He staggered toward the road.
Desperately waving down passing cars.
“Hospital…”
His vision blurred red.
“Take me to Professor Strucker…”
His legs threatened to give out beneath him.
“Serafina…”
He forced himself onward.
“Don’t be scared…”
“Wait for me.”
By the time Alexander arrived at the treatment.
center, covered in blood and barely conscious, the
procedure was over.
The surgical light had already been turned off.
Panic seized him.
He grabbed every passing doctor and nurse.
“Where’s Serafina?”
“Where is she?”
“Tell me where she is!”
Strong hands caught him before he collapsed.
Alexander struggled to focus.
Everything was blurry.
All he could make out was a silhouette.
“Serafina…”
His voice was barely audible.
“How is she?”
Felix answered immediately.
“The procedure went smoothly.”
Relief softened his expression.
“She’s still under observation, but everything went
according to plan.”
Felix looked him over..
His face darkened.
“Get medical staff over here now!”
Only then did Alexander finally relax.
The tension he’d been carrying for months
vanished in an instant.
The word successful echoed in his mind.
Then darkness swallowed him whole.
I woke up late that night.
Professor Strucker sat beside my bed.
“The treatment targeting the metastatic lesions in
your brain achieved the expected results.”
I listened quietly.
“However, the primary tumor in your lungs will still
require additional treatment.”
His gaze softened.
“And unfortunately, the likelihood of your
memories returning is very low.”
I nodded.
Then looked around the room.
“Where’s Alexander?”
Felix hesitated.
Only briefly.
“There’s an emergency back home. He had to
return immediately.”
I accepted the explanation without much thought.
“Okay.”
As my health gradually improved, I settled
permanently in Switzerland.
Life moved forward.
And somewhere along the way, Felix and I fell in love.
We became each other’s support system.
Each other’s family.
The following autumn, we decided to get married.
I called Alexander personally.
“Alex?”
The line connected.
“I’m getting married.”
A smile spread across my face.
“October fifteenth. Can you come?”
Silence answered me.
A long silence.
Finally, his voice came through the receiver.
Low.
Hoarse.
Heavy with something I couldn’t identify.
“Serafina…”
“I’m sorry.”
Another pause.
“I can’t leave right now.”
Disappointment flickered through me.
But I understood.
“Okay.”
I laughed softly.
“Then take care of yourself, all right?”
After the call ended, Alexander remained
motionless.
The mirror reflected a man he barely recognized.
Half his face was covered in scars.
His damaged legs left him confined to a
wheelchair.
The attack had nearly killed him.
The mastermind behind it had been Elena.
She paid for what she’d done.
But the price Alexander paid was far greater.
Sometimes he wondered if this was simply the
cost of having his prayers answered.
Serafina had survived.
She was healthy.
She had a future.
And for that, he would never regret a thing.
Yet no punishment compared to the emptiness
inside him.
His Serafina…
Was about to become another man’s bride.
October 15th.
Wedding Day.
A notification chimed on Alexander’s phone.
A photograph appeared on the screen.
It was a wedding portrait.
Serafina and Felix stood together beneath a
canopy of white roses.
She wore a breathtaking white gown.
Her smile was radiant.
Bright.
Happy.
The happiest he had seen her in years.
Alexander’s eyes filled with tears.
His fingertips brushed gently across her image on
the screen.
A bitter smile tugged at his lips.
“Serafina.”
His voice was barely above a whisper.
“I told you I’d always watch over your happiness.”
He closed his eyes.
“Congratulations on your wedding, sweetheart.”
“My Serafina.”
Outside, the world carried on.
But Alexander already knew what the rest of his
life would look like.
A lifetime of solitude.
And loving her from afar.
