Chapter 4

With that, I stopped paying attention to their various expressions and turned to leave.

I'd barely taken a few steps before Cristiano suddenly grabbed me by the wrist. "What the heck is your problem, Silvia? I'm giving you a chance to back down, and you won't take it?"

He spoke in a low voice, his grip so tight his fingers were practically digging into my flesh.

I looked up to meet his gaze, my voice still calm. "Since you're married to Tania now, let's have nothing more to do with each other."

Besides, Cesare was extremely possessive. Even talking to someone else for a little too long was enough to put him in a foul mood.

Hearing that, Cristiano glanced at Tania before letting out a scoff. "Please. You think I don't know what you're playing at?"

He gazed down at me, his tone once again dripping with superiority. "There's a welcome banquet three days from now, and Don Martelli will be there too.

"I'll take you and show you what you've been missing. Just stay by Tania's side and learn some proper etiquette. That way, you'll be able to handle yourself someday."

I forcefully shook off his hand and finally spared him a sideways glance. "I don't need it, and I couldn't care less."

Cristiano's face darkened, his anger flaring up again. "Silvia, you've really gotten bold over the last three years, haven't you? If you're going to be this ungrateful, I'll only take Tania then. Don't come crying to me later!"

Tania's eyes lit up at that. She immediately came over to hold his arm. "I know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. I'll make sure to put my best foot forward and help you land that deal with the Martelli family!"

Sick of looking at their smug faces, I turned and headed straight for the airport doors. As I pushed open the heavy glass doors, a blast of cold wind rushed down my collar.

In my previous life, Cristiano chose to save me from the blizzard. And Tania never made it long enough to see the rescue team or his return, so she died there.

Cristiano acted like he didn't care, but after we got married, he gave me nothing but a lifetime of emotional neglect. Eventually, I developed depression and died earlier than I should have.

But in this life, I had a chance to rewrite history. Hence, I let go of Cristiano's hand and shoved Tania into the helicopter cabin instead.

As I struggled through the blizzard, Cesare heard my faint cries for help. A year later, we got married. And a year after that, I gave birth to his son.

My future was already completely different from the life I'd had before.

If I hadn't accompanied Cesare here for this meeting, I wouldn't have come back at all. And Cristiano never would've gotten the chance to lay eyes on me again.