Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wife He Left for Dead: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I was bleeding out from a stab wound when Dante and his "little sister," Seraphina, happened to drive by. I screamed for help, but he just looked at me and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody."In that second, something inside me died. I knew I had to get away from him, away from the Torrino family."Help! Dante!"Blood poured from the gash in my shoulder, my voice tearing through the rainy alley. Three masked men had just vanished into the dark, leaving me on the cold asphalt. The pain was so sharp I could barely breathe.Then I heard the familiar growl of an engine.Dante’s black Maserati slowed as it passed the alley, the window half-down. I used my last bit of strength to wave."Dante! It's me! Isabella!"The car stopped for a few seconds.I could see a head of long, blonde hair in the passenger seat—Seraphina Gallo. She was clutching Dante’s arm, practically melting into the leather seat."I thought I heard someone calling for help..." I heard her say."Dante, I'm so scared," she whi

On the third day after Dante left, I knew something was seriously wrong.The dull ache in my abdomen had turned into a sharp, tearing agony. Every breath felt like a knife twisting inside me. Worse, I had started bleeding intermittently.At three in the morning, I was curled up on the guest room bed, the sheets soaked with sweat. Waves of pain crashed over me, making it hard to stay conscious.I fumbled for my phone and dialed Dante's emergency line—the number he swore he would always answer, no matter what.It rang for a long time before he picked up."Isabella?" His voice was annoyed. The sound of soft classical music and a woman's light laugh echoed in the background. "It's three in the morning in New York. What is it?""Dante..." My voice was so weak it startled me. "Something's wrong. The wound... I'm bleeding a lot, and the pain...""Isabella, listen to me," he cut me off, his voice sharp. "I'm in the middle of a critical negotiation. Can you just...""Dante, I think I need to go

Three in the morning. I was sitting alone in our house.No, it was Dante’s house. From the moment I sent that text, it stopped being mine.He hadn't replied. He was probably busy with Seraphina, discussing the details of his new tattoo, or planning how to announce my "resignation" to the family.I walked through the rooms, looking at the decorations I had so carefully chosen, the objects that had witnessed our three years of marriage. They looked like the wreckage of someone else's life.I started to clean house. Not by packing, but by destroying.Wedding photos, souvenirs from our travels, the love letters he'd written… I threw them all into the fireplace.Finally, I picked up the miscarriage certificate. I tossed it into the flames."Goodbye, my baby. Mama's going to start a new life now."When the fire had consumed the last of my past, I picked up a can of gasoline.This house was full of ghosts. Better to burn them all and give myself a clean slate.I struck a match, dropped it on

Dante locked me away in a lavish island villa. It had an infinity pool, a private beach, a helipad—every luxury that screamed money and power.To me, it was a prison."Eat something." Dante walked in with a tray, acting as if nothing had happened.I sat on the bed and ignored him."Isabella, you haven't eaten in two days. This isn't good for you.""You care about my health?" I scoffed. "Where were you when I was having surgery?"His face fell. "Isabella, let me explain...""I don't want to hear it," I said, turning away. "Dante, you made your choice. Now let me go, and we can pretend we never knew each other.""Never!" He grabbed my shoulders. "Isabella, I will never let you go! You are my wife, and you will stay by my side!""I'm not your property!""But you are my wife! The one who made a vow before God!"Our argument escalated until the sound of a helicopter cut through the air.Dante frowned and went to the window. A minute later, his man, Tony, burst into the room."Boss, we've go

Two years later.I had cut my hair short, the long locks Dante once loved now gone. I was a partner at one of Italy's top law firms.As I left the office, the receptionist handed me a package."Another anonymous delivery," she whispered. "That's the third one this month."I glanced at the return address: New York.I didn't have to guess who sent it.Back home, I opened the package. Inside was a thick stack of documents and a handwritten letter.I thumbed through the files. They detailed how the Gallo family had been systematically dismantled over the past 18 months. Assets frozen, key members arrested, their business empire crumbled into dust.There was also a file from a federal prison. Seraphina Gallo, sentenced to three years for a list of felonies. In her mugshot, she was rail-thin, the beauty she once wielded completely gone.I opened the letter.Isabella,I spent two years delivering justice for you. Seraphina and her family paid. This was me proving my love. My way.I know you'r