Semua Bab She Got the Ring, I Got a New Life: Bab 1 - Bab 9

[Zita's POV]Now that I was home, I quickly started packing my things.On the desk in the study lay a single document—the acceptance letter from the University of Bellecourt's faculty of medicine for a fully funded medical residency. At the very bottom was my fresh signature.I picked it up, slipped it into the inner compartment of my suitcase, and texted Silvia Salvaggi, my upperclassman who was all the way in Bellecourt."Silvia, my flight's the day after tomorrow."Her reply was instant. "Have you finally come to your senses? Forget about your long-term war against Emilio's family. Come to Bellecourt—I'll take you to see the sights! And the doctors here are so handsome. Every single one of them is a terrible flirt!"I smiled faintly as I looked at the screen.…The next day, I was woken up by a call from Emilio.Maybe it was because I'd only fallen asleep near dawn after overthinking things the night before, but it was already noon when I checked the time on my phone.Thro

[Zita's POV]Carlotta's caption carried a hint of cutesy charm. "I encountered something really scary, but the person who means the most to me showed up as quickly as he could. He even brought my favorite pasta. Suddenly, getting into a car crash doesn't seem so scary anymore."Emilio's comment showed up below the post. "Take your time. No one's gonna steal your food."I locked my phone and rummaged through my bag, pulling out my New Arden driving license. I took one last look at it.In the photo, I was smiling brightly. That day, Emilio had been waiting just outside the photo studio. He'd told me, "Make sure it turns out nice. You'll be using this for a long time."I slipped the license into the magazine in the seat pocket in front of me. Then, I reached into my pocket and felt around until I found an old penny.Emilio had said it was his lucky coin. He'd given it to me and said, "Zita, on the day we get married, you can throw this coin into a wishing fountain. Then, we'll never

[Third-Person POV]Emilio walked inside.Every drawer in the study desk had been yanked open, and papers were scattered all over the floor. The computer monitor lay smashed on the ground. The screen was in pieces, and several keys were blown off the keyboard.The bedroom closet doors gaped wide open, the clothes thrown everywhere. His safe was perfectly fine, though. The door was shut tight.This wasn't a burglary."Zita Rinaldi!" Emilio shouted, his voice cracking.No one answered. He stood in the middle of the wreckage, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.Footsteps sounded at the door.Carlotta stood there in pale pink loungewear, a thermal food bag dangling from her hand. The second she took in the scene inside, the bag slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a smack."Oh my God." She covered her mouth, her eyes instantly turning red. "Emil, did… did Zita do this?"Emilio didn't answer her.Carlotta walked in, bent down, and picked up a shard fro

[Third-Person POV]Emilio listened to the recording twice. Then, he turned on his heel and left.The car shot up to 100 mph. When the light turned yellow, he didn't slow down. He blew straight through the intersection, his tires screaming against the asphalt as he took the corner.He kicked open Gimondi Estate's main entrance.Carlotta was in the dining room arranging flowers. She looked up at the noise. A smile was just starting to bloom on her face when Emilio strode over, yanked the calla lily from her hand, and threw it onto the floor."You're the one who trashed the apartment," he bit out.Her smile froze. "What are you talking about, Emil?""Maria told me everything." He held up his phone in front of her, playing the recording again.The moment Carlotta heard her own voice coming from the tiny speaker, all the color drained from her face. She stumbled back, slamming her knee into the chair leg and falling onto the seat."I… I was just—""You did it to frame her."Her m