MasukI immediately cut Dante off, tightening my grip on Leone's hand. "You want to make up to us, huh? Leone's knees still ache whenever the weather turns, Dante. "Where were you when he was kneeling in the scorching sun, begging you to believe him, Dante? You were busy sipping coffee with Sofia. Where were you when Leone passed out from a high fever while I was stuck in a downpour with no help in sight? You were with Sofia and Lucia."Your 'love' is built on our suffering. You weren't a fit husband, and you certainly weren't a fit father, Dante."Dante faltered, his body trembling slightly. "How could you just let go of our decade-long relationship, Elena?"I looked Dante in the eyes and stated flatly, "It wasn't love; it was just me fooling myself. If you really want to do us a favor, then please stay out of our lives for good—do not interfere with Leone's education or bring your filth to my studio, Dante." I led Leone around Dante and walked directly into the apartment building, s
Elena's Point-of-ViewIt was three years after the incident, and I was inside a high-end private atelier on Sartorial Street in Lansport, leaning over to adjust the silk satin over a mannequin.It was then that the elegant Evallonian woman, the owner of the design studio I worked for, said, "Your design for this dress is absolutely brilliant, Elena!"She looked over the design I had completed and said sincerely, "You are bound to become famous during Lansport Fashion Week next month, Elena!"I merely smiled faintly as I snipped the last thread on the dress.I had been the Donna of the Moretti famiglia after marrying Dante. I had abandoned my dream of becoming a fashion designer during that period to become the perfect Donna, sacrificing everything for Dante. I essentially lived like a bird trapped in a gilded cage, but after I left with Leone, that caged bird finally regained its freedom.I had spent the last three years living incognito while returning to the design career I h
"Where are we going, Mamma?" Leone curled into himself in the spacious first-class seat; his knees still throbbed from the punishment, causing him to limp slightly when he walked. I pressed a kiss to his pale cheek and replied, "You see, we're going to a place with plenty of sunshine, where no one will force you to kneel or take your chocolate away, Leone."Leone watched the clouds rushing past the window and asked softly, "What about Papa?"I replied softly, "He's staying with the 'family' of his choice."…Third Person Point-of-ViewIn the meantime, over at the Moretti headquarters in Benhatten, Dante sat in his leather chair, surrounded by a stack of headache-inducing ledgers. He couldn't help but feel that his heart rate had been unusually high since morning, while a creeping dread gradually surged within him.In that instant, his trusted confidant slipped into the room and said, "Ms. Sofia's asking for you, Don Moretti, saying Ms. Lucia refuses to sleep until you read her
Sofia was stunned after hearing my declaration.It was then that I heard Leone's crying echoing from the lounge. I ran over and opened the door, finding him sitting on the floor with torn paper scattered all around.Leone's eyes brimmed with tears as he pointed a finger at Lucia, yelling, "Lucia shredded the ledger that was on the table, Mamma! I told her not to touch it, but she pushed me anyway!"I glanced down at the pile of torn scraps; they were the famiglia's latest money laundering records—it was evidence that could bring down the entire Moretti famiglia.It was then that the sound of heavy footsteps came from outside. Dante appeared at the entrance with a group of high-ranking members of the famiglia, his expression grim as he asked, "What's going on?"Leone was just about to speak when Lucia suddenly started sobbing. "Leone tore your papers, Zio Dante! He tried to hit me when I tried to stop him! He told me that he's the Principe of the Don and I don't have the right to t
It was three days later when Leone finally turned a corner. I carried him back to the estate, only to find Dante pacing restlessly in the living room.He walked up to me in long strides and asked, "Where have you been, Elena? Do you realize how many of our rivals are lurking in the shadows right now? How could you take Leone out on your own?""Leone was burning up with a fever, so I took him to the hospital," I replied flatly, my voice frighteningly calm.Dante's expression shifted sharply. "Why didn't you call me then?"I gave a short, humorless laugh. "You want me to call you, huh? What is Leone's life worth when measured against Lucia, your darling 'daughter,' Dante?"Dante reached out for Leone, only for the latter to recoil into my embrace, trembling with fear. He froze for a moment and said softly, "I had no idea Leone was ill, too. Lucia's situation was just so critical then—"I cut him off, saying, "It's always about Lucia, Dante. Do you even remember Leone's birthday? Do
I turned away to brush the tears from my eyes, while Leone kept his head down in silence.Dante marched toward us and hoisted Leone into the air with one arm, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Did you miss me, Leone?"Leone turned as stiff as a statue in Dante's arms.Dante nuzzled Leone's face with his stubble, teasing, "Have you gotten upset with me, Leone? You know, I've brought you a gift. Do you want it, Leone?"I looked on, disgusted by the familiar routine. In my past life, Dante always managed to use a few cheap, affectionate gestures to manipulate Leone into forgetting every bit of mistreatment he had suffered.In this life, Leone was no longer the same. He asked softly, "Did you bring the limited-edition model you promised me, Papa?"Dante froze for a split second before reaching out to pat Leone's head. "I could only get Lucia's dresses since that thing got stuck at customs. I'll definitely get it for you next time, Leone."Leone asked tentatively, "W-What about the choc







