Se connecterNot long after, a helicopter arrived, bringing crates of medicine and supplies. The wounded were finally treated in time—so many lives that would have slipped away were pulled back from the edge.So when I saw him again, I greeted him with the most genuine smile I could manage."Those medical supplies and drugs last time—were they from you?"Tony nodded. "Yeah. I just wanted to help, in whatever way I could.""Thank you," I said softly. "You didn't just help me—you saved so many others. Because of you, they got to live. So, I want to thank you on their behalf too.""You don't have to," he said. "I did it because I wanted to.""I saw your post," he said after a pause. "You've been posting pictures of animals on the grasslands. Are you planning to see the great migration in Africa? I've got some time off. I could go with you."But time changes people. I wasn't going to Africa to watch the migration. I was going to help rescue animals—creatures who couldn't cry out for help the way
Unfortunately, my heart no longer stirred for Tony. I turned him down, packed my bags, and left for a foreign land to continue my studies.In the seven years that followed, I traveled through countless cities, met people from all over the world, listened to their stories of pain and happiness, and found pieces of myself in each of them. My heart had never felt so light, so free. I felt like the wind—untethered, drifting across the face of the earth.When my studies came to an end, I joined Doctors Without Borders.Around that same time, Tony discovered that I had withdrawn from the election, while Elma stood on the brink of winning. In front of the family council, he played the recording of her conversation with Nico.In an instant, Elma fell from her pedestal. Stripped of her protection, she was banished from the family. To Nico, who once saw her as an asset, she became worthless. He cast her aside, leaving her to rot in the city slums.But none of that had anything to do wit
"The patient's condition is stable for now," the doctor said gently. "She only fainted because her body's too weak."Hearing that, Tony finally exhaled. The tightness in his chest eased just a little.But the moment he stepped out of the room, his mother was already striding toward him."I heard Elma was kidnapped by Nico. What on earth happened?"At her words, Tony's brow furrowed. The anger he'd tried to bury began to stir again."She missed Elma's distress call—on purpose. That's why Elma lost her only chance to be rescued."Mrs. Gambino let out a cold laugh."I should've known better than to think Elma was some innocent girl. Nico kidnapped her? Please. The two of them must've staged the whole thing. That woman's a snake—born to sow chaos."She pulled out her phone and tossed it toward her son."Your sister sent me these. Take a good look."On the screen were photos of Elma in Nico's arms, kissing him.As Tony swiped through, more images appeared—videos, this time. Elma
I struggled to climb out of the hospital bed, every movement tearing at the wound in my shoulder. Step by slow step, I made my way out of the hospital alone.By the time Tony soothed Elma and came to my room carrying a bouquet of lilies—my favorite—I was already gone.A wave of unease hit him the moment he saw the empty bed. Something inside him twisted, tight and cold. He searched the hospital halls in a rush, dialing my number again and again.But all he heard was the mechanical voice on the other end: The number you have dialed is unavailable.Panic rose in his chest. His heartbeat pounded faster and faster.Then one of his men ran in, breathless."Don Gambino, something's happened.""What is it?" Tony's voice was sharp, on edge."Miss Moretti just left the hospital. There was a shooting outside. The bullet hit her heart. She didn't make it."The lilies fell from his hand and scattered across the floor.Tony's eyes went bloodshot. His voice broke into a hoarse roar. "Who d
The bullet tore through my shoulder, and a searing pain burned through me before the world went black.When I woke again, my shoulder was wrapped in gauze. Tony and Elma were nowhere to be seen. The hospital bustled with people. No one noticed me stirring in the corner bed.From the next bed, a movie flickered on the small TV. The couple on screen stood beneath the Eiffel Tower, kissing. It was a beautiful scene. Too bad, even with a second chance at life, I still never got to see it for myself.When I turned my head, I saw Tony standing at the door, his face lit up with relief."Scarlett, you're awake! Thank God. Elma only got a few scratches. She's fine now, all thanks to you."Seeing how pale and frail I looked, a trace of tenderness flickered in his eyes. He hesitated, then said awkwardly, "Earlier… I spoke too harshly. Don't take it to heart. But still, this whole thing started because you told on her. Don't do that again."His words stung. My throat tightened, my chest ac
"Mr. and Mrs. Gambino, please understand," I said, my voice soft but firm. "This isn't a whim. I had a dream—so vivid it felt like a memory. In it, after Tony married me, he was miserable. Elma died in an accident, and he blamed me. He grew to hate me. No matter what I did, it only pushed him further away. He told me the greatest regret of his life was our marriage."I paused, steadying myself. "I can't bear to see him live that life. I won't make that mistake again."Mrs. Gambino reached for my hands, her expression deeply troubled. "Scarlett, it was just a dream. To throw away your future because of it... it's such a waste."I swallowed hard, fighting back the tears. "It didn't feel like just a dream."Mr. Gambino let out a long, weary sigh. "Very well. If your mind is made up, we will respect your decision. If you do not wish to marry him, you will not be forced."I stepped forward and gently embraced Mrs. Gambino."Tony doesn't love me," I whispered. "He saved me because that







