บททั้งหมดของ There's No Afterlife for Love: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

On the way to the auction, Valentina sat beside me in the car."Alessia, Salvatore said you're like a corpse in bed. He only married you for your pretty face. But after seven years, even that gets boring," she said, voice dripping with mockery. "He needs a woman like me. Someone who actually knows how to keep a man interested."I closed my eyes. I was too tired to entertain her chatter. My thoughts were focused on the escape plan three days from now.Right after breakfast, my high school senior, Luca Bellini, messaged me.Everything was in place. As long as I could board the ferry, Nicola and I would finally be free.When the car reached a highway on the outskirts of the city, another vehicle suddenly rammed straight into us. The car instantly lost control and slammed into the roadside guardrail.Then, a storm of gunfire erupted.I instinctively covered my lower abdomen with my hand as the force of the crash threw my body forward.In the chaos, Valentina suddenly shoved me hard

Late that night, I was still wearing blood-soaked clothes. The wound on my shoulder had grown cold, and waves of pain pulsed through it.Soon, the injury became infected, and a fever that wouldn't break set in.As my mind blurred, memories of the past surfaced.Shortly after Salvatore and I got married, he had given me a period of what looked like devotion while I was carrying his child.Dishes had to be made with the finest ingredients. Fruit had to be flown in the same day.Whenever I walked around the house, the housekeepers were always ready to roll out carpets beneath my feet.He would gently stroke my belly like it was the most precious thing in the world.But I knew better. All he ever saw was the child in my stomach. It was his bargaining chip that could help secure his position.Before Nicola's accident, I had allowed myself to sink into that false warmth for a while. I had even tricked myself into believing we were like an ordinary married couple.How foolish.No ma

Salvatore's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.Suddenly, yesterday's events flashed through his mind.Valentina had pushed me out of the car. Covered in blood, I lay at his feet.I had been carrying his child at that time.Salvatore shot to his feet. He stood so abruptly that his vision went black for a moment. "Get the car ready! We're going to that clinic Alessia visited yesterday! Now!"The Maybach sped through the night, running eight red lights along the way.The doctor was just about to close up for the night when Salvatore burst into the small clinic."Where's the woman who came in yesterday with a gunshot wound?"Salvatore grabbed the doctor by the collar, his eyes bloodshot.The old woman flinched, then recognized him. "Oh. So you're the husband of that woman who almost died. She's gone. She left a long time ago.""How badly was she hurt? What about the baby? Is the baby still alive?" Salvatore pressed urgently.The doctor looked at him with undisguised contempt

When Salvatore arrived in Meropolis, it was pouring.Dozens of black cars surrounded the sanatorium.Soaked to the bone, Salvatore ignored his bodyguards' attempts to stop him and stormed straight into the lobby. "Alessia! Show yourself!"His voice carried the edge of someone on the verge of breaking.People in the lobby screamed and scattered in panic."Mr. Falcone, this is a sanatorium," Luca said. "Please keep your voice down."He stood at the staircase with several security guards blocking the way."Luca." Salvatore fixed his gaze on the man who had once been his high school classmate. "Hand her over.""She doesn't want to see you," Luca replied, not moving an inch. "Let her go. Haven't you tormented her enough these past seven years?""That's between husband and wife," Salvatore snapped. "It's none of your business."He suddenly pulled a gun from his waist and pointed it directly at Luca's forehead. "Move, or I'll kill you."Luca's expression didn't change. Instead, h

Five years after my death, I drifted through the air, watching as the former mafia Don approached my grave with a bouquet of jasmine in his hands.Only five years had passed, yet he looked more than a decade older.His hair had turned gray, and his back carried a deep weariness. It was as though a single gust of wind could knock him over.He slowly crouched down.Those hands that once held a gun were now trembling as they brushed the dust off the photo on the headstone."Alessia. I'm here to see you."He set the bouquet down and gently traced the photo engraved on the stone with his fingers. I was smiling faintly in the photo, yet he couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face."Brando started kindergarten today," Salvatore said, his voice catching.His fingers started to tremble even more than before. "But when he came home, his eyes were red. A bunch of kids surrounded him and laughed at him. They called him a motherless child. A bastard."But he didn't cry. He clen