The Mafia Boss Who Buried Me Alive Chapter 03
For five long years—over eighteen hundred days and nights—I had flooded this chat window with my longing, my breakdowns, my pleas, and my absolute despair.
[Luca, today is the thirty-seventh day since you left. I miss you so much.]
[Luca, I dreamed of you again today. Please don’t leave, okay?]
[Luca, the baby is gone. I have nothing left…]
[Luca, why didn’t you take me with you?]
Every single message had been like a stone thrown into a bottomless abyss, without a single echo.
Except for this one. The other side replied almost instantly: [Okay.]
The response I had spent five years waiting for finally appeared, but it wasn’t the answer I wanted. No explanation, no excuses—just a cold, simple word that instantly pushed me past my breaking point.
Losing all rationality, I grabbed the glass on the nightstand and slammed it violently against the floor. I stepped onto the shattered pieces with my bare feet. The glass sliced into my soles, a piercing agony that didn’t even match a fraction of the pain in my heart.
When Luca walked in and saw me crouching amidst the shattered glass with blood pouring from my feet, his pupils dilated in horror.
“Nina!”
He practically threw himself across the room. His knees hit the floor with a loud thud, glass shards slicing straight through his pants, but he didn’t care. His hands shook violently as he grabbed my ankles, desperate to pull me away from the shards, but his grip was entirely unstable.
“What… what are you doing?”
He looked up at me, his eyes already rimmed with red.
Those eyes—the ones I had dreamed about for five long years—were now filled with heartache, panic, and a complex emotion I couldn’t quite decipher.
He gingerly cradled the bottoms of my feet. Blood welled from the cuts, and panic distorted his voice.
“Call a doctor! You’re losing too much blood… How could you…”
He choked on his words.
My tears splattered onto the back of his hand, causing his entire body to freeze. He slowly reached up, wanting to wipe the tears from my face, but his fingers hovered an inch from my cheek before he drew them back.
“Nina, don’t do this anymore. I’m begging you!”
I stared at him. The face I had traced a thousand times in my dreams was right in front of me, yet he felt like a complete stranger.
“When did it start? You and Sofia?” My voice was colder and calmer than I expected. “Why didn’t you just tell me? Why did you use a fake death to torture me like this?”
“If you had just been honest with me, I would have let you go.”
Luca’s lips trembled violently. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he managed to force out a single phrase. “I’m sorry.”
He tried to help me up, but I shoved him away. My arm slammed against the bed frame, forcing a muffled groan from my lips. His hands froze mid-air, and he remained kneeling in the broken glass like he was nailed to the spot.
Then, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.
“It’s all my fault!” His voice was so raspy it was barely audible, his eyes bloodshot. “I deserve to die! But Nina… we can’t go back.”
“Sofia is pregnant. I have to take responsibility for her. I have to be the husband she needs. I owe her that much.”
The blood in my veins turned to ice.
“Tell me,” I repeated, my voice shaking. “When did it start? Let me completely give up on you, okay?”
Luca closed his eyes, as though recalling a past he couldn’t bear to face.
“It was… during the time you were taken by those thugs to save me.”
