The Toxic Love of My Don and Sister, I Chose Leave.

I stumbled out of there in a daze, returning to my seat with a pale face and a blank mind.

My heart pounded wildly against my ribs, refusing to settle down.

For the ten years I had been in love with Dante, I had never once doubted his devotion to me.

He had once set off fireworks across the entire city just for me, and bought out the latest designer collections so I could have my pick.

He let me throw tantrums; when I demanded a bouquet of flowers every single day, they never failed to arrive.

When he became Don, everyone assumed I would undoubtedly be the Donna of his heart.

It seemed now that I wasn't.

Sofia was.

A while later, Dante came back and sat beside me.

"What's wrong?" He touched my slightly reddened eye corners, asking with concern. "Why are you crying?"

I looked up, clenching my fists.

He had returned to his gentle and considerate demeanor, as if everything that had just happened was merely my illusion.

I involuntarily pulled away.

"It's nothing..."

I couldn't help but recall the conversation I had just overheard.

"I cannot hurt Gia, Dante. If you dare to, I will never speak to you again for the rest of my life!"

"You win, Sofia. You win... I will stay with Gia properly. For a lifetime."

My nails dug into my palms. A dense, needle-like ache spread through my heart.

He didn't press further.

Because the lights in the manor's banquet hall had dimmed, and his attention was entirely focused on the doors that were about to open.

"Now, please welcome the bride!"

As the MC finished speaking, my sister walked down the red carpet in her wedding dress.

She looked at me first, her gaze merely sweeping past Dante. Yet, I could smell the bitterness on her.

As for Dante, his hands were clenched tightly, suppressing his emotions.

I saw it all. Smelling the intense bitterness and sourness, an irrepressible sorrow welled up in my own chest.

Sourness is resentment, and bitterness is sorrow.

I had never smelled such an overwhelming intensity of resentment and sorrow on them before.

Sofia. Dante.

I had never connected these two people in my mind.

Throughout all these years, the distance between them had been vast; I was their only bridge.

Whenever they met in daily life, he would politely call her "Miss Sofia."

She would nod distantly, never saying another word to him.

Every time Dante left, my sister would pat my head, emitting a faint bitterness.

"Our Gia will definitely be happy."

Back then, I didn't understand what that faint bitterness meant.

But now, I understood...

My sister exchanged wedding vows with the man from the Colombo family on stage, while he silently clenched his fists below.

The intense, suffocating scent of sourness and bitterness stung my nose, and I couldn't help but shed tears.

Seeing this, Dante took out a handkerchief and gently wiped my face, murmuring softly,

"It's alright. We will still see my sister often. It's just a family alliance, after all."

I didn't know if he was trying to comfort me, or himself.

When it came time for family blessings, the MC handed over the microphone.

"We now invite the bride's only sister to offer her blessings!"

Just as I was about to take it, Dante, who had been silent beside me,

suddenly stood up and snatched the microphone.