Chapter 2

Lucia's POV

The next day, Pietro brought Antonia home. "The doctor said Antonia lost too much blood. She needs plenty of rest. Lucia, let her have your room."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Pietro, do you realize what you're saying? You want me to give up my room for her? She's your mistress!"

Pietro snapped, "Lucia, look at what you've become. You're acting like a lunatic! You're always tearing other women down. I've been far too lenient on you!

"Of all the rooms in the estate, yours gets the most sunlight and has the best ventilation. It's the perfect place to recover.

"You went too far and ended up hurting Antonia. All I'm asking is that you give her your room to make up for it."

Antonia quickly waved her hands, meekly refusing his offer. "No, that won't be necessary. Lucia clearly doesn't want to give up her room. Anywhere is fine with me."

The moment she finished speaking, she hissed in pain and clutched her wrist, her face twisting into a grimace.

Pietro's expression shifted. He didn't bother asking for my opinion and immediately waved to the guards behind him, saying, "Clear out the Donna's room. Now!"

More than a dozen bodyguards stormed into my room and tossed all my clothes, jewelry, and books into the hallway.

"Stop that!" I let out a shriek and rushed over. I could only watch helplessly as they trampled my belongings. It felt like my heart was being torn to pieces.

A familiar music box fell at my feet, and my expression instantly shifted.

It was the music box Pietro had specially made for our wedding—the one that played our wedding song. He had commissioned Itosia's most renowned orchestra to compose our wedding song and spent two million dollars to buy the rights to it.

I quickly bent down, but the moment I touched the box, a high heel came down on it first. It shattered with a sharp crack.

I broke down and shoved Antonia away. She stumbled and fell to the floor, and blood seeped through the gauze around her wrist again. She curled into a ball, writhing in pain.

"Ah… I didn't mean to do that. I didn't see the box there. Please don't hurt me!"

At that moment, I was on the verge of losing my mind, but I didn't miss the satisfaction flickering in Antonia's eyes.

So she had deliberately stepped on the music box.

Livid, I stormed toward her, only to be knocked to the ground a moment later.

My knees slammed against the floor, sending a searing pain through me. The wound split open again.

Pietro stepped forward and helped Antonia to her feet. He glanced down at me lying on the floor. His gaze held disappointment, along with a coldness I had never seen in him before.

I pushed through the pain and struggled to my feet. "Pietro, Antonia deliberately stepped on our music box and crushed it…"

"It's just a music box. So what if it's broken? That's no reason to hurt someone." Pietro helped Antonia away and didn't even look back at me.

I remained in a daze for a long time before slowly picking up the broken music box. I pressed the switch, but the mechanism was completely damaged. The music came out in broken, distorted notes.

What had once been our wedding song could never play in full again.

I thought that was the most humiliating day of my life since I had married Pietro.

But when the people from the Ricci residence showed up, I learned just how ruthless the mafia could be.

The fear was seared into my memory.

Not long after Pietro left, dozens of Ricci bodyguards in black uniforms forced their way into my home and dragged me back to the Ricci residence.

Once again, I found myself back in the place that had haunted me for the past five years.

But this time, there was no one to shield me.