Dumped the Don to Die in Secret

"Died?"

Ernesto Gambino's hand on Elisa Rossi's waist froze.

Then, Ernesto flashed a casual smile and said, "I only agreed to this interview to repay a favor. But if you've prepared some ridiculous stunt like this, then I don't see a need to continue."

The reporter shook his head and motioned for an assistant to start the projector.

Ernesto instinctively turned toward the screen, where my pale but radiant face appeared on the projection.

"Hi, everyone! My name is Chiara Leone. Today, I finally dumped that arrogant jerk! What's that? You're asking if I'm sad about leaving a man who's supposedly destined to become a Don? Hang on. Let me pick out a wig first. Recording this bald is too unsightly!"

The woman on the screen had a shaved head. One by one, she tried on different wigs while complaining, "Who sent me these wigs? They're suppressing my beauty!"

After finally finding a wig that I liked, I fixed it on, shaking my head as I admired myself. Then, I looked into the camera with a raised eyebrow. "Now, where was I? Oh, right. Am I sad?"

I laughed and continued, "Of course not! If he saw how awful I look right now, then maybe I would be… Hey, Marta! Why are your hands shaking so much? The shot is going to come out bad."

I held the camera steady, looking at my best friend, Marta Carelli. Her hands were trembling terribly.

Marta's nasally voice sounded. "I don't want to film this anymore… Chiara, this is too cruel. I'm going to cry myself to death."

"That won't do, dear Marta. You swore before the Virgin Mary that you'd record every day of my life until I die."

Marta choked back a sob. "Can't I take it back?"

"Nope!" I pouted, pretending to be spoiled. "This is my perfect curtain call. No one but you is allowed to do this."

Marta was still crying, so I reached over and tugged on her sleeve. I said, "Come on, Marta, You're the only person left that I can trust."

Muffled sobs could be heard behind the camera.

"Alright, alright… I'll keep filming."