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Relying on memory, I made my way back to the estate where a party was already underway. However, the moment I appeared, everything went quiet for a moment. Sophia Rossi stood in the center of the crowd and covered both her nose and mouth at the sight of me.“Where did this beggar come from? We don’t feed scraps to dogs here.”A beggar?I lowered my eyes and glanced down at myself. My dress was covered in mud, and one of my legs held itself awkwardly behind me, a result of the “care” I had received from the cell boss in prison.Yeah, no one would ever guess I had once been the underboss’ wife and that I used to be above everyone else.I looked at Andrew Lorenzo sitting at the head of the table. He studied me with eyes that held nothing but disgust. “She just got out of prison. Of course she smells.”“Ella, go wash off at the fountain in the backyard before coming in. Don’t stink up the place for Sophia.” Laughter rippled through the room. The soldati and associates who once

When I woke up, the room was completely silent.There was no medicine. No clean clothes. Not even a hint of sunlight came through the windows.I tried to sit up, but the untreated wounds all over my body burned with sharp pain, as if they were tearing open again.I could not die. If I died, my mother would lose her treatment. I sucked in a breath and forced myself to change out of my dirty clothes.Suddenly, Andrew stumbled in. He reeked of alcohol.I tried to get up and move away instinctively, but my legs refused to cooperate, and I collapsed back down. The next second, a burning hand grabbed my wrist. Andrew’s tall body pressed me down. There was no tenderness. No gentleness. He simply ripped at my maid’s uniform.“Ella…”He said my name, but there was no care in his touch. It felt like he was only venting his anger, so I struggled with all my strength.“Andrew, are you crazy? Let me go!”He ignored me and pressed his face against my neck. A strong rose scent filled my nose

“Ella! Don’t fall asleep! Look at me! I order you to look at me!”Andrew’s hands, steady enough to hold a gun, were shaking badly.The black Cadillac sped into the rain. He drove twelve red lights in a row.Even when they pushed me into the operating room, I could still feel his hand gripping mine. It was wet and cold.…The lights outside the operating room were harsh and blinding. Andrew collapsed onto the bench. His expensive suit was covered with dark red blood.The door opened.The doctor took off his mask and shook his head slowly.“The patient is severely malnourished. Her left ear has an old injury. The right leg fracture hasn’t healed properly. She is two months pregnant and has suffered extreme trauma and violence. Her uterus is badly damaged. The child can’t be saved. She will probably have difficulty conceiving in the future.”Andrew slid down the wall to the floor. Dried blood covered his fingers. Footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor. A Capo approached wi

A few days later, Andrew pushed the door open. He carried a thick stack of documents.They listed all his shares in casinos, real estate, and overseas assets. If I signed them, I would become the richest woman in all of New Yorke. Andrew crouched by the bed and reached for my hand.“Ella, I was a fool before. All of this is yours. From now on, my life belongs to you too.”He looked up at me. His eyes were full of regret and pleading.“Ella, I was truly insane back then. I thought that five million was the price you put on my life. I thought you wanted to kill me for money. I thought you knew it was Mark’s trap, but you still took the blame because you loved that rich kid. I was so jealous that I wanted to destroy you. That’s why I went to Sophia. I wanted you to feel what it is like to be betrayed by the one you love. I wanted you to regret it. But I never imagined that the truth would be like this.”I stared at the endless numbers on the papers.No amount of money could bring ba

The wind in the small town of Brovence was strong.I straightened the sign outside my flower shop.I had drifted here after leaving New Yorke two years ago.No one knew me. No one knew that I had been in prison or that I had lost a child. My right leg still limped, and it made my steps uneven, but at least I no longer had to kneel for anyone.Lately, I often felt like someone was watching the shop, but I ignored it.That changed the day I closed the shop and a figure finally stepped out. The man wore a heavy black coat, but it could not hide how thin he had become. He stood in the shadow at the corner, like a child caught doing something wrong. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him.It was Andrew.Two years apart had aged him.He was just over thirty, but his temples were completely white. The eyes that had once been full of rage and arrogance were bloodshot and cautious. He just stood there, afraid to come closer.At that moment, I felt calm.“It’s cold outside,” I sa