My Ex-Fiancé Severed My Finger to Please His Lover Chapter 02
After a few seconds of dead silence, the room exploded into roaring laughter.
Marco lifted a careless brow.
“Married? To who? Some guy from a housing project? Or someone who sleeps in the subway tunnels?”
“Elena, don’t tell me you actually think a pathetic excuse like that will make me jealous. Is there something wrong with your head?”
He grabbed my wrist.
Before I could react, he yanked the ring off my finger.
Pain made me frown.
Before I could speak, Sofia burst into laughter.
“Marco, isn’t this the ‘Eternal Vow’ your uncle bought at Sotheby’s five years ago for twenty million dollars?”
“Is Elena trying to say she married your uncle Salvatore and became your aunt?”
The room laughed even harder.
Everyone knew that among New York’s Five Families, the youngest and most mysterious Don was Marco’s own uncle, Salvatore De Luca.
He was only ten years older than Marco, but just hearing his name was enough to make people’s backs go cold.
Powerful.
Rich.
Cold.
And famously devoted to his wife.
He had been married for five years, but no one had ever seen his wife or daughter. They were hidden so completely that people barely dared guess at them.
“Elena, don’t tell us you’re saying you’re the wife Don Salvatore has hidden for five years.”
Someone held up the ring and mocked me.
“Honestly, this fake is pretty good. Must have cost you a lot, huh? Elena really went all out to fool Marco.”
Facing all the doubt and ridicule, I explained helplessly, “I didn’t fake it. This ring is real—”
Before I could finish, a slap landed hard across my face.
A sharp, burning pain exploded across my cheek.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You could pretend to be connected to anyone, and you pick my uncle? Everyone knows my uncle loves his wife more than his own life. You think he’d want some secondhand woman even I threw away? Find a mirror, Elena. I hate women who lie over jealousy. I must’ve been blind back then to even look at you. What an embarrassment.”
I slowly turned my head with one hand over my cheek.
Maybe my eyes were too calm.
Marco suddenly looked away, guilty for half a second.
But Sofia refused to let me go.
“Elena, Marco lost his memory and still offered to keep you as his mistress. You should be grateful. Instead, you’re trying to drag him down. You know Don Salvatore loves his wife more than anything, yet you still dare impersonate her. Aren’t you putting Marco in danger? You’re so selfish. So vicious.”
Sofia was my stepfather’s daughter.
On the day of my father’s funeral, right there in the family chapel, my mother forced me to accept this stepsister who was one year younger than me.
She was like a ghost in my life.
She could not tolerate anything good around me.
If she could steal it, she stole it.
If she could not steal it, she destroyed it.
Five years ago, Marco had stood before me like a god and coldly berated Sofia for me.
Now the person before me was still him.
But he stood in front of Sofia, his face full of contempt as he threw a stack of cash at me.
“You’re doing all this for money, aren’t you? Pick it up.”
The sharp edges of the bills cut my forehead.
Tiny beads of blood welled up.
I did not wipe them away, but I saw a faint flash of tension in Marco’s eyes.
The next second, I bent down.
He immediately relaxed and smiled with mockery.
“That’s more like it. A lapdog should know how to act like—”
From the pile of cash, I picked up the ring that had been thrown into the corner.
Inside the ring was a line of small engraved words:
“To my only wife – S.D.L.”
And that “S.D.L.” was standing inside the club’s security room, watching everything.
