After My Third Divorce From Godfather, I Will Never Come Back Chapter 10
hen Andre returned to Sicily like a man who had lost his soul, what awaited him were the cold faces of the Family elders.
For the past three years, he had neglected too many Family affairs while searching for me.
Five of his ports had been attacked by the Camorra Family, three casinos under his name had been taken, and the losses recorded on the financial reports were impossible to ignore.
The elders had been dissatisfied with him for a long time.
This time, his decision to abandon an important Family council meeting and rush to New York without permission became the final straw.
On the day the news of the godfather’s removal spread throughout the underworld, I was in Miami signing an arms contract worth hundreds of millions.
My deputy handed me the report.
“The Loreto Family has experienced an internal rebellion. Andre has been stripped of his title as godfather. His uncle is temporarily taking over as the head of the Family.”
I glanced at it and threw the report into the shredder.
“There is more.”
My deputy hesitated for a moment.
“Alice has returned to Sicily. Rumor has it that her mental state is unstable, and she has vowed to make Andre pay.
“It has nothing to do with us.”
I lifted my coffee cup, my tone calm and indifferent.
Later, rumors spread that Alice had broken into the rehabilitation facility where Andre was being held.
She pointed a gun at Andre, who was lying on the hospital bed, and pulled the trigger.
The first bullet hit his left shoulder.
The second struck his lower abdomen.
Blood covered the floor beneath him.
Yet Andre was still calling her name.
“Alice… put down the gun…‘
“You destroyed me!”
Alice screamed hysterically.
“You said you loved me, but you changed your mind!”
“Andre, go to hell!”
When the third shot was aimed at his heart, the soldiers who arrived in time finally opened fire.
The bullet pierced through Alice’s temple.
collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
Andre was rushed into emergency surgery.
But his injuries were too severe.
He had lost too much blood, and the doctors could only save his life.
He became a cripple.
The next time I heard about Andre was a month later.
Sophia called me.
Her voice was unusually serious.
“I heard his spinal nerves were damaged. His lower body is paralyzed, and his left hand is useless.”
“The Loreto Family is paying for his rehabilitation expenses, but no one has gone to see him.”
I responded with a quiet:
“Mm.”
“Rachel…”
Sophia hesitated.
“Do you… want to go see him?”
“No.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
Sophia sighed.
“That’s true. You did the right thing.”
After hanging up, I stood in front of the windows of my office, looking at the dazzling night view of New York.
The lights of Manhattan flowed like a river of stars.
And my Camorra Family was steadily expanding within that river of light.
My father said that once I took over all the Family’s businesses next year, he would fully retire and take my mother to Hawaii for their retirement.
Everything was getting better.
Those blurry memories that occasionally surfaced in the middle of the night were like old photographs slowly fading with time.
They no longer hurt.
Six months later, I received a call from a rehabilitation facility in Naples.
The nurse spoke cautiously.
“There is a Mr. Andre Loreto…”
may not make it through this week.”
“Before the end, he has been repeating one name.”
“He said he wanted to see Rachel one last time.”
I was presiding over a high–level Family meeting.
Everyone in the room was waiting for my decision.
I placed my pen down.
“Tell him…”
My voice remained calm.
“I wish him peace.”
Three days later, Andre Loreto passed away alone in the rehabilitation facility in Naples.
It was said that beside his bed before his death was a ruby ring.
The ring had been worn and aged over time.
There was also a photograph that had been folded and unfolded countless times, its edges worn and frayed.
In the photo was our wedding picture.
I wore a white wedding gown, smiling brightly.
He held my waist, his eyes filled with confidence and ambition.
Back then, we were both young.
We believed that vows were harder than steel.
Everything about Andre.
Everything about Alice.
Everything about three divorces and three remarriages.
All of those stories became like old newspapers carried away by the wind.
They were gone forever.
Life continued moving forward.
And I will walk toward a brighter future.
