Chapter 11

Third-Person POV:The message was sent.Antonio slumped back against the couch and suddenly covered his face, laughing silently.All the family members sat to one side, exchanging glances, but no one dared to offer comfort. He had been going crazy looking for Elena these past few days. Though he had not made it public, word had gradually spread through their circle.His mistress Caterina was in a miserable state too. They said she had been sent to the hospital too late. Her uterus could not be saved.Yet Antonio still would not let her go.A few days ago, Caterina was expelled from school. Her parents thought she was a disgrace and cut ties with her. Now, she was barely surviving, walking on thin ice. She spent day and night praying desperately for Elena to come back so Antonio would spare her life.However, Elena had vanished without a trace, as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth."Don, was that a message from the Signora just now?" someone asked boldly.Antonio

Chapter 12

Antonio did not really take Marco's curse seriously.However, when he finally traveled a thousand miles to that desolate town in New Merico and could only watch helplessly as Marco arrived one step ahead of him and found Elena first in the desert, he suddenly understood in that instant that God's punishment had come.It came fiercely and without warning. He had no defenses and even less ability to fight back.Yellow sand roiled, blotting out the sky and sun. He did not know if Elena had seen him. He only watched helplessly as Marco carefully supported her injured form and helped her into the desert SUV.When she got in the car, she was too weak and frail. Marco lifted her up and carried her inside.He still followed the car to the hospital.The people Elena's father, Vittorio Santoro, had arranged stepped forward to block him but let Marco follow into the examination room.The wind stopped. The rolling yellow sand stopped too. He spat out a mouthful of sand and lit a cigar one a

Chapter 13

Elena's POV:It was the day the divorce was finalized. As we left the courthouse, Antonio called out to me, "Honey."He looked dazed. The light had gone out of him entirely. Those eyes that had once been so passionate and unrestrained were now dull and lifeless.I said, "Call me by my name.""Elena."Antonio walked up to me and stopped. He looked at me earnestly. In those dim eyes, a faint light flickered back to life. "We can still be friends, can't we? Just like ten years ago. We can start as friends."I shook my head. "No, we can't.""But Elena—"I cut him off decisively, "Antonio, I told you when we got married three years ago. My family never forgives betrayal. Back then, I compromised against my better judgment. So three years later, I got what I deserved."He said urgently, "Then we won't be friends. We can start as strangers, okay? Just give me one more chance. Just this once. I swear."I smiled. "Antonio, do you still not understand me? The boring Elena you complaine

Chapter 14

After Antonio and I finished the divorce proceedings, I was waiting for the light to change when I saw the car parked by the curb.In the early spring weather, Marco wore a black trench coat and leaned against the car. Pale yellow buds had sprouted on the bare branches, but the wind still carried a chill.He stood there quietly, yet kept glancing in the direction I was coming from. The moment he saw me, he straightened up instantly.The sun broke through the clouds. A faint, bright halo of light fell into his eyes."Elena." He strode toward me.The signal turned green. The frozen crowd began to flow like a river, becoming jumping notes on the crosswalk.I stood in place without moving. I simply smiled, tilting my head slightly as I watched him. I watched him walk toward me with those long strides, like the most timeless scene from a film."Elena."He finally reached me and looked down at me. He seemed nervous. His breathing was uneven. As if the wind was too cold. The tips of h

Chapter 15

Marco's POV:I finally married Elena.On our wedding day, so many of our old classmates and friends came. Even more than when Antonio married her all those years ago.Our wedding was not as lavish or grand as his had been. There was no entire hotel booked out, no swarms of bodyguards, no rose petals dropped from helicopters. However, it was warm and blissfully happy.Everyone who came truly wanted to celebrate with us.After the wedding, Elena and I spent much of our time apart. We would go months, even half a year, without contact. It was normal.The business of the Santoro family was never easy work, but every time she came back, we would get to know each other all over again, as if meeting for the first time. We would fall in love with each other all over again.I never asked where she had been or what she had done. She never asked about my business dealings.We were simply together. In Biston's brief springs, in lazy summer days at the coast, among crimson autumn leaves in

All Chapters of When the Don Took a Mistress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15