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Chapter 4

Autor: Aetheria
“Donna Elena, could you confirm today’s event itinerary one more time?”

My subordinate handed me the tablet, their tone hesitant.

The engagement photo wall that used to be mine had been replaced with pictures of Leonardo and Liliana.

The host introduced Leonardo as “the man who walked her through the final chapter of her life.”

As for me, I was only introduced as “the organizer of this banquet.”

In the center of the stage, Liliana wore an altered wedding dress, my tiara resting on her head.

Leonardo was personally adjusting her train.

The moment he saw me, he walked straight over.

“After the banquet, I’ll take you back to the old villa and apologize to your mother in person.”

“No need.”

My gaze fell on the ring on Liliana’s finger. My voice was completely flat.

“My mother wanted her belongings to be respected, not for you to wait until they’ve been ruined before apologizing to her portrait.”

Guests from all the major families and high society had arrived.

Whispers broke out among the crowd:

"Is Miss Liliana really gravely ill?"

“"They're even holding a farewell party, so she must be seriously ill, but she doesn't look frail at all."

"Why is she wearing a wedding dress? And isn't that crown the one Miss Elena custom-made at a high price?"

The murmurs from the guests made Liliana’s face flush with embarrassment. She quickly grabbed the microphone.

“Elena kindly lent the ring to me. Even though she always scolds me, she’s actually very kind. Knowing about my illness, she’s been deeply worried about me.”

"She was even prepared to go on stage today to bless me."

With that, she turned her gaze toward me. She wore a beaming smile, but the malice in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Everyone else at the venue also looked at me, waiting for my reaction.

I looked at Leonardo with a calm expression, "Are you sure that once I give my blessing, I can get my ring back?"

His Adam's apple bobbed. He looked guilty and uneasy, but still nodded at me.

I walked onto the stage calmly, not noticing that Leonardo's reaching hand behind me grasped at empty air.

Taking the microphone, I smiled and spoke softly, "I wish Liliana and Leonardo a happy life."

The entire venue erupted in an uproar. To say something like this right before a wedding...

Then, I took the ring and walked toward the exit without looking back.

Amidst a deathly silence in the venue, Liliana placed the ring in the palm of my hand, tears welling in her eyes.

Without another wordI walked out of the venue. I couldn’t stomach any more fake pleasantries.

Leonardo chased after me from behind, his voice laced with anger:

"Elena, how could you say something like that? I told you, I only see her as a little sister."

"You are the only one who will be my future Donna."

Feeling the weight of the ring in my pocket, I let out a relaxed smile.

“Leonardo, hurry back. Liliana is still waiting for you, and she doesn’t have much time left.”

Leonardo looked at me in silence for a moment, his tone solemn. “Wait for me to come back. This is the last time.”

Watching his retreating back, I whispered silently in my heart:

He might love me, but he would always choose her first.

If that's the case, I'm done playing this game.

Goodbye forever, Leonardo.
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