Chapter 1

Just beyond the door, Corleone lit a cigar. His voice was filled with the regret of loving someone he could never have.

"I know this is selfish. But as long as she's happy, I'd pay any price."

"Love always makes people lose their reason." Consigliere Marco let out a heavy sigh. "Once Mrs. Corleone learns the truth, with how she is..."

Before he could finish, Corleone's expression turned cold.

"Enough.

"I'll compensate her with money and status. As long as she never finds out, everyone can be happy."

I covered my mouth tightly and felt my entire body stiffen.

My husband, Corleone—the man who gently held me every night and lulled me to sleep—had carefully woven a lie around me.

I was nothing more than a tool he used to protect the woman he loved.

Hearing footsteps approaching, I hurriedly turned around and fled back to the bedroom.

Then, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Corleone's tall figure loomed over me, carrying a faint scent of tobacco. As usual, he wrapped his arms around me from behind. His warm lips brushed the side of my neck.

"Why are your hands so cold? Sweetheart, who upset you?"

The affection in his voice mixed with the cruelty I had just heard in the study made my stomach churn.

I turned to look at him.

"No. I was just thinking about something.

"A month ago, I submitted my jewelry design samples to the competition in Lanford, but I still haven't received any response."

A trace of panic flashed through his eyes before being replaced by his usual gentleness.

His hand stroked my hair as he pulled me into his embrace.

"Sweetheart, I withdrew your application.

"You already have difficulty conceiving. Competitions like that are exhausting. Your body wouldn't be able to handle it."

I lowered my head and shut my eyes tightly, refusing to let the tears fall.

He always used the same excuse to stop me, saying how he wanted us to have a child together.

Corleone talked about preparing for a baby, yet every night he sat in his study drinking liquor and smoking cigars. He never made any preparations at all.

When I remained silent, he cupped my face.

"I'm sorry for making the decision without discussing it with you."

Corleone pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Suddenly, the phone on the nightstand rang.

Corleone immediately grabbed it and quickly stepped out of the bedroom to answer the call.

I didn't even need to look to know it was Lilia.

Only Lilia's calls had ever made him this anxious.

When he came back, he immediately stood up and put on his black coat.

"Something urgent has come up that I need to take care of. Our fifth wedding anniversary is in three days. I'll make it up to you properly then."

I looked at him and forced a smile.

"I'll have a big surprise prepared for you. You can’t miss it."

Corleone kissed me on the lips.

"I'm looking forward to it, sweetheart."

Then he turned and strode out of the bedroom.

I watched his departing figure and thought to myself, ‘He will definitely like my gift.’

After all, he was about to lose me completely and regain his freedom.