LOGINEpilogue: Carlo’s Final LetterCarlo hid this letter in a file he left with his lawyer, with instructions that it be delivered to me only after he was cremated.Following his wishes, the lawyer brought me the letter one week after his funeral. It was without an envelope, tied only with a black ribbon.When I opened it, soft rain was falling outside the window, just like the night my mother died years ago.I read it word by word, my fingers brushing over the signature at the bottom—the one that had once made my heart race, and later shattered it.[Elena.][If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone.][I don’t ask for your forgiveness.][I only wanted to tell you a few things.][First, I went to visit our child. The burial plot was in my name, but I’ve transferred it to you. I’m sorry, but I wanted him to know he wasn’t unloved.][Second, I found out the truth. Your mother was driven to her death by Sophia’s family. I made them pay. Still, I know it’s not enough. It will never b
Three years later.I attended the Global Documentary Awards as an award recipient.My documentary told the stories of forgotten women around the world—from widows in Sicily, refugees in the Middle East, abused wives, and trafficked girls.The award citation read: [Through Her Lens, the Voiceless Speak.]I stood on stage and said, “I was once one of those silent women, but I am not anymore. I hope I can continue speaking for more women in the future.”After the ceremony, I signed autographs one by one for the fans who came to congratulate me.Over these three years, I continued my work in humanitarian aid and feminism.I traveled the world almost constantly with my colleagues, documenting and reporting on different cases.By the time I finished work, it was already late at night.When I returned to my villa in the city center, I was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open.The moment I noticed a man standing in front of my gate, I instinctively tightened my grip on my s
The next day, I went out to attend my best friend’s wedding.She had been my closest friend since high school.Back then, when Sophia manipulated the whole class into isolating and bullying me, she was the only one who stayed by my side.During my two days back in the country, I also heard from various people about what had happened to Sophia and her parents.My friend told me that half a year ago, Carlo learned the truth and destroyed Sophia’s face after I left.As for Sophia’s parents, they tried to continue making a scene, but Carlo did not give them the chance. He made them disappear from New York entirely.After finishing her story, my friend heaved a sigh and said earnestly, “That’s why you can’t do bad things. Karma really does come around.”I smiled, took a bite of mousse, and replied, “Yeah, exactly.”She leaned in curiously when she saw how calm I was.“You don’t know this, but Carlo went crazy looking for you that day. He asked everyone who knew you.“When he found
Six months later.I sat in the Lanza family estate in Sicily, watching the deep blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea.In these past six months, Don Lanza had treated me like his own daughter.Everyone in the family called me ‘Principessa’.Here, I learned the rules of how Sicilians do business and how to protect myself in this world.More importantly, I learned how to let go.I started making documentaries.My first project was about a woman in Sicily who had suffered years of domestic abuse.In the end, she killed her husband and spent ten years in prison.On the day she was released, she said, “I’m finally free.”I cried behind the camera.It was because I knew I was finally free too.That evening, I returned to my room and received a call from Don Lanza.“Elena, your mother’s memorial day is coming up. You should go back and visit.”I took off my sunglasses and let out a soft laugh.“All right. I’ll go back tomorrow.”He was silent for a moment, then said, “Carlo Vit
Sophia’s mother snapped completely, screaming hysterically, “Stop! Let go of my daughter, you murderers! Sophia has always been innocent! You two are ones who hurt Elena! What does it have to do with us?!”Carlo’s entire body trembled at her words. Then, he let out a bitter laugh and nodded.“Yeah, we were always the ones hurting Elena.”He thought back to that day when he pushed Elena to the ground.The bullet pierced her abdomen.She was still looking at him when she fell.However, he never once looked back.A sharp, ruthless glint suddenly surfaced in his eyes.He made a call to the family council’s encrypted line.Three days later, the Vitale family council held a closed-door meeting.Carlo submitted everything from the USB drive.There were records from the church school, fake financial documents, and recorded conversations of Sophia’s family plotting together.The council ruled that all of the Rossi family patriarch’s assets would be absorbed by the family.My father
Sophia’s mother looked especially smug and sneered.“Our Sophia is so smart, pretending to be sick and keeping that idiot Carlo completely fooled!“He’s a Mafia don, yet he can’t even tell whether a medical report is real or fake.”Her tone was sharp and vicious.She exchanged a glance with her husband and scoffed.“Carlo’s just pathetic. He threw away Elena, who loved him for twelve years, just to cling to my daughter.“Tsk! My girl really does have charm.”Sophia’s father took a sip of red wine and added arrogantly, “That girl Elena was doomed from the start. Just like her mother, she was born to suffer through life.“If her mother had just handed the money over back then, she wouldn’t have been driven to jump off that building, and we wouldn’t have had to maintain that act to fool that idiot Michael.”Sophia rolled her eyes impatiently. Her voice was full of disgust.“Why isn’t that b*tch Elena here yet?“If she dares run from the wedding, I’ll make sure she regrets it.







