Chapter 2

Suddenly, I found Romano like a complete stranger.

Back then, my Family had strongly opposed my being with him, as his was merely the youngest son of the old Don Romano.

For his sake, I defied all obstacles support him, even using my own family's power to help his businesses.

Once enemies tried to assassinate him, I took the bullet for him. It took 2 days to save me from the death.

Back then, he knelt by my bed, crying and swearing that he would never betray me.

When the old Don finally handed over the family to him, he eagerly bought me a diamond ring.

I still remember what he said.

"Alice, I promise that I will treasure you till the end of my life. Your face will be printed on my marriage certificate and you will be my Donna."

My chest ached with a dull pain, leaving me speechless.

Realizing his words went too far, Romano covered his face, looking quite regretful.

Just as he was about to step forward and hold me, his phone rang.

After glancing at it, his expression turned anxious.

He gave me a half-hearted hug then walked straight out.

“Sorry, my dear. I'll be back for you soon.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I stared coldly at his leaving.

As I slowly calmed down, I went back to packing my things.

Suddenly, I received a message. It was from my father:

"The wedding is set for next week."

The wedding was on the same day, but the groom had changed.

Several hours later, Romano returned with Amy.

As they were coming in, Amy was leaning on Romano, limping into the room with a bandaged leg.

I watched them coldly.

Romano carefully settled her onto the sofa, then turned to pour her a glass of warm water.

He gave her my cup.

He knew full well that I had a germ phobia and could never tolerate anyone else using my cup.

Still, he chose to sacrifice me.

Romano looked at me. I saw a sense of guilt on his face:

"Sorry, babe. Amy just accidentally hurt herself. To help her legs recover fast, she'll be staying at our place for a few days."

I didn't say a word, just shrugged my shoulder.

Amy glanced at me. Her tears welled up again.

“My existence may get Donna jealous. I don’t have to live in your house, Don. "

She sniffled:

"It might ruin your relationship. After all, you two are getting married next week."

Romano turned to me.

He obviously knew what Amy had said was right, but he still tried to sacrifice me in front of her.

"I have no problem with it."

I cut him off.

After all, I was leaving anyway.

Not expecting me to compromise so fast, Romano froze for a moment.

Just then, my puppy ran out of the bedroom.

Seeing it, Amy started to scream for help.

Without any hesitation, Romano picked up the puppy at once and placed it in my hands.

"Amy is afraid of dogs. As she was injured, we shouldn’t upset her.”

Then he gave me an order:

“Why don't you send the dog to a friend's place for a couple of days?"

With Amy, he couldn't even tolerate the dog we'd raised together for ten years.

I felt his words stabbing in me like swords. Swallowing up the bitter, I faked a smile to Romano.

"There’s no need. I'll take it with me."

Only then did Romano notice the suitcase in my hand. He complained: "Where are you going, sweetheart? You didn’t even tell me."

"I’m going back to my own family."

He paused for a second, then he gave a sigh:

"Fine, I can understand it. You can’t bear Amy’s living in our villa."

He waved his hand dismissively, acting as if he had greatly tolerated me:

“You always get jealous, Alice. It’s cute but not suitable for a Donna. I hope before our wedding you could calm down and come back to my side.”

But I will never come back to his side. Not anymore.

As I was about to leave, I called out to him.

"Leon Romano, goodbye."

I rarely called him in that way, so he looked a bit surprised.

Meeting my gaze, Romano suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He felt that if I left him now, he would lose me forever.

Instinctively, he reached out, wanting to pull me into a hug:

“Alice, you know that……”

But the very next second, a pained cry echoed from the living room.

Romano took a step back. He looked into my eyes and made the decision. He took a deep breath:

"I need to take care of Amy now.”

His gaze grew restless:

“Honey, I promise I will compensate you after marriage. If you have any problems with wedding details, just do whatever you want."

Then he went back inside and took care of Amy.

I let out a sigh. It seemed that only things involving Amy mattered to him.

Betrayed by the ten years’ lover, I should have been sad about it, but I only found my eyes dry.

Perhaps he didn’t deserve my tears anymore.

There was a time when I truly believed we would grow old together.

Now it was time to leave.