LOGINIn my last life, Enzo Saletta saved me from the fire. Chiara Bellini died in my place. For months, he cared for me like a devoted husband. He guarded my hospital room. He bought gifts for our unborn child. He told me none of it was my fault. I believed him. Until the night after I gave birth. Our son was asleep beside me. I was too weak to move, still aching from labor, but for one brief moment, I believed we were safe. Then I smelled smoke. The door would not open. Outside the locked door, Enzo’s voice cut through the smoke. “You took Chiara from me. Now burn with your child.” I screamed his name until my throat bled. No one opened the door. The flames swallowed me and my newborn son. When I opened my eyes again, I was back inside that burning warehouse. Five months pregnant. Smoke in my lungs. Chiara still alive. This time, I did not call Enzo. I waited until he came. I watched him carry Chiara out first. Then I crawled through the fire alone, bleeding for a child he would never get the chance to kill. Everyone believed I had set the fire. Everyone called me jealous, vicious, and insane. But they had forgotten one thing. Before I became Enzo Saletta’s wife, I was the woman who helped build the Carmine family’s security system. Chiara deleted the main footage. She did not delete mine.
View MoreWhen the council released its final verdict, I was in my workshop installing a security camera. Not family business, just a small client. A corner store owner had asked me to install two cameras. Small job, little money, enough for a few meals.Leo called while I was on a ladder tightening screws.“The result is out.”“Go ahead.”“Enzo Saletta has been permanently demoted. No longer head of security, reassigned to inventory.”I tightened the last screw and climbed down.“And?”“His team was disciplined too. The enforcer who kicked you lost half a year’s pay. Others who knew and didn’t report were warned.”“Did he appeal?”“No. He accepted it.”I crouched to put away my tools one by one. This wasn’t like him. Enzo never accepted punishment quietly. He argued, deflected, shifted blame. I had learned that in five years. But this time he didn’t. Perhaps he finally understood that some things aren’t won by fighting. Perhaps he was just tired. I didn’t care to know.“One more thing,” Leo sai
I moved again. It wasn’t because someone came looking for me after leaving Leo’s place. I decided it was time. Leo had done too much for me already. I didn’t want to drag him into this. He had work in the family and a life to live.He found me a place. An old widow’s house on the edge of the old district, far enough from Carmine family territory. She didn’t ask my name or where I came from. She only had one rule.“No men allowed.”“I won’t.”She handed me the keys after a brief look.The house was small: one bedroom, a tiny kitchen, and a living room with just enough space for a table. The windows faced north. The light was dim but it was quiet. I set down my belongings, still just the small bag.News still reached me, fragmented. That’s how the family network worked. Even if you didn’t want to hear it, you would. People talking at the market, the corner store owner taking calls openly, even whispers in taverns.“Saletta went to his wife’s old apartment, the café she liked, the office
I didn’t leave the apartment for days. Leo went to the tech department by day and brought news back at night. When he came in, he’d remove his shoes, hang his coat, sit, and report calmly. Facts only, no judgment, no comfort. I liked it that way.“One day he went to the warehouse,” he said one evening. “He reviewed the scene again.”I was peeling an apple. The skin came off in long ribbons, one slice at a time.“He noted the gas cans, the ignition point, and the mismatched timeline.”I set the apple slices on a plate, picked one up with the tip of the knife.“He asked the enforcers who were on duty. Checked everyone.”“Did anyone tell the truth?”“One young one did. He said he saw Bellini enter alone and leave alone, before the fire.”I bit the apple. Crisp.“He asked why the enforcer didn’t report earlier. He said he didn’t dare. Enzo only listened to Bellini at the time.”I put the apple down. Not because it hurt, but because the words were familiar. In my previous life, I tried to e
I didn’t witness the council meeting firsthand, but Leo had sources. He had worked in the Carmine family’s tech department for over a decade. He knew far more people than I could imagine.The next afternoon, he returned with a different expression. He hung his coat on the chair, sat slowly. “The old man handled it himself,” he said. “Nobody told anyone. They called the meeting right after.”I was in the kitchen heating a can of tomato soup. I stirred it quietly, not looking back.“Enzo went?”“He did.”“What did he say when he came out?”Leo paused for a moment. “Not a word.”I turned off the heat, poured the soup into two bowls, and set them on the table. Leo kept watching. “You want the details?” he asked.“You tell me.”He sipped from his bowl, then set it down. “The old man projected the footage on the wall. Everyone was there. Chiara setting the fire, Enzo rescuing her, you crawling in the blood, the enforcer kicking you, and Enzo slapping you.”I picked up a chopstick and slowly


















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