All Chapters of I Heard His Thoughts, so I Left Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

I walk into the banquet hall alone, just in time to see Camilla hand Marcello a drink. He takes it, sips it, and his expression is soft, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.It’s a look I’ve never seen on his face.But when he turns and sees me, the softness vanishes, replaced by cold irritation.Before, I would’ve used his thoughts to soothe myself. I would’ve told myself he loved me, he just didn’t know how to show it.That’s how I’ve survived the last six years.But now, I feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, their silent mockery. The Don’s wife, upstaged by a mere assistant.This is a public humiliation. No mercy.I’m tired.“Let’s get a divorce.”The words are barely out of my mouth when the color drains from Marcello’s handsome face.“Lilian! Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” One of the family elders panics, rushing forward to smooth things over. “The Don is just mad you were late. This is an important night, don’t throw a tantrum…”“You’re not usually one

Chapter 2

My face is a calm mask as I watch Marcello’s lips tremble.“Fine. I’m leaving.”No screaming fit. No tears of betrayal.I turn and walk away. Behind me, a wine glass shatters against the marble floor.“Stop!” Marcello’s voice is tight with a rage he can’t contain. “You think the Valence family is some place you can just walk in and out of?”I don’t break my stride.My indifference seems to push him over the edge. His roar echoes through the vast hall. “Lilian, if you dare walk out that door, I’ll have Camilla in our bed tonight! In the Don’s wife’s room. I see you don’t need it anymore!”I falter for a split second.I decorated that room myself when we first got married. The oil painting on the wall, the color of the curtains, even the warm lamp on the nightstand—I chose every single piece.I remember our first night as husband and wife. He held me, his body tangled with mine, kissing every inch of my skin. Only then could I physically feel that he cared.Afterward, I asked him if he l

Chapter 3

I spend the night in a hotel. My phone buzzes nonstop with texts from Camilla.The Don has so much energy.Lilian, this mattress really is soft. I love it.He said I’m better in bed than you. Lilian, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll step aside.The taunts flash on my screen, and for a second, I picture them together in the bed we once shared. A sharp pain twists in my gut, and I feel sick.But it’s only for a moment. I push it down.The next morning, I go back to the estate to pack.I push open the master bedroom door. The air is thick with the smell of booze and perfume. My eyes scan the floor, littered with Camilla’s clothes. Her black lace bra is a glaring stain on the carpet.Expressionless, I walk to the closet and pull out a suitcase.I only pack a few sets of my own clothes and my important medical notes. The expensive designer dresses and jewelry Marcello bought me, I don’t touch a single piece.As I pull my suitcase into the grand hall, I stop.Marcello is standing at t

Chapter 4

Six years ago, Marcello found out I was searching for my grandmother’s necklace. He called in favors, tracked it down, and spent ten million dollars to get it back for me.I was so moved I couldn’t stop crying. I told him I didn’t know how I could ever repay him.His voice was calm, but his eyes were full of love. “Then just give yourself to me.”“Lilian, marry me.”I was so happy I almost fainted.But now, he says, “I gave you the necklace because I was going to marry you. Now you want a divorce. You’re not my wife anymore, so what right do you have to take it with you?”“You don’t really think you’re worth ten million now, do you?”His cruel words shatter my pride.I fight back the pain and the lump in my throat.“The ten million… I’ll find a way to pay you back…”“I don’t need it!” Marcello cuts me off, furious. “Lilian, you think this is about money?”“...You’re the one who wanted a divorce, who wanted to leave me. So the necklace will go to the woman who is willing to be my wife.”

Chapter 5

“Open the door! Please, open the door!”I drag my weak body to the iron door and beat on it with all my strength.The pain has me drenched in a cold sweat.“Marcello! I’m bleeding! Help me…” I cry out, my voice hoarse. “I need a doctor!”I hear frantic footsteps outside the door. Then, Marcello’s voice, cold as ice. “Lilian, are you done with your games?”“You, a surgeon, pulling a stunt like faking an illness? You’d stoop to lying like this just to get out of being punished?”“I’m not faking! My stomach really hurts!” I sob, my nails scratching bloody lines on the iron door. “Please, take me to the hospital…”Outside, Camilla’s sweet voice chimes in. “Don, the Madam is probably just acting to cover up for pushing me. She was pretty strong when she shoved me, after all.”She pauses, her tone dripping with malicious insinuation. “And she keeps screaming about going to the hospital… you don’t think she’s trying to escape, do you? She did have her bags packed.”Escape. The word hits Marce

Chapter 6

Marcello lunges at me, his voice shaking uncontrollably. “Blood… Where did that blood come from?”“It’s from when you pushed me yesterday.” I shove his hands away, a bitter smile on my face. “I begged you for help in the cellar. You were sure I was lying.”Marcello’s face turns white. “I… I didn’t know… I thought…”“You thought I was tricking you?” I laugh at myself.Six years of marriage. He could believe every word Camilla said without a second thought, but with me, he was always filled with suspicion.Sometimes I wonder. Did he care about me, or did he just hate me? He wouldn’t even treat the lowest servant in the house this harshly.But it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done caring.“I’m going to go take a shower and change.”Marcello grabs my wrist. My unnatural calm is throwing him off balance.He’s red-eyed. “Let’s have the private doctor take a look first.”“Not necessary.” I yank my arm free. “Don’t worry, it’s just my period. I’ve been working long hours on a few intense surgeri

Chapter 7

I walk to the entryway to put on my shoes.Marcello stiffens and rushes to block the door. “Where are you going?”The divorce talk, the packed bags—it’s left him paranoid.Seeing the defensive look in his eyes, I don’t want a repeat of last night. I make up an excuse.“To the hospital. There’s a medical conference today, I have to be there.”“Is that so?” Marcello’s brow slowly unfurrows. “I’ll drive you.”I don’t refuse. I can just grab a cab to the airport from the hospital.Once we’re in the car, Marcello starts testing the waters about Camilla.“Do you hate her?”Camilla appeared by his side a year ago. I’ve complained about her countless times. He always told me not to be so petty. I have no idea what answer he’s looking for now.I turn to look out the window.“I wouldn’t say I hate her. In fact, I’m kind of grateful to her now.”Marcello’s expression shifts. He turns to me, his voice tense. “Grateful for what?”I rub my temples. “Grateful that she’s there to be your date. With he

Chapter 8

(Marcello’s POV)Marcello watches the cab disappear, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. A storm of emotion rages in his chest, but he has no idea what to do with it.Lilian had always been the one to forgive him, to stay by his side no matter how vicious his words were. You couldn’t chase her away.No one ever taught him how to apologize, how to ask for forgiveness.The only thing he can think of is the shattered sapphire necklace.If he gets it repaired by a master craftsman, will that make Lilian happy?It has to be the necklace. That’s why she’s angry, why she’s ignoring him.With that thought, he spins the car around and speeds back to the estate.He bursts into the living room and gets on his hands and knees, searching every corner until he’s collected all the sapphire fragments.He’s about to feel a flicker of triumph when he catches a thick, metallic scent.Blood.But Lilian is gone. Where is the smell coming from?As if possessed, his eyes are drawn to the wine

Chapter 9

“That’s impossible…” Like a cornered animal, he grabs the director by the collar. “How could Lilian agree to go to Europe? She swore she’d stay with me forever! How dare she go to London!”“She must have put you up to this! Tell her to get her ass out here and face me!”The director, terrified by Marcello’s bloodshot eyes, stammers, “Don… I’m not lying! Dr. Lilian made the decision herself. Aren’t you her husband? Why wouldn’t she have told you?”The blunt question is a slap across Marcello’s face.It also makes him realize, with dawning horror, that the director might be telling the truth.He suddenly remembers Lilian, distracted and distant before the banquet. When he’d asked, she’d said, “Let’s talk after the banquet. We can discuss it properly then.”But at the banquet, he’d shown up with Camilla, publicly stripping Lilian of her place.So there was nothing left to discuss.She chose to leave. She chose to sever all ties.Marcello’s eyes are raw. Only now does he feel the gut-wrenc

Chapter 10

It was the miracle he and Lilian had been hoping for for years.And yesterday, in that cold, dark wine cellar, as she was desperately begging him for help, it had been reduced to a pool of blood.If Marcello had just believed her, if he had opened that door and gotten her to a hospital, they might have had a chance to save the baby.Marcello clutches the report, a raw, heart-wrenching sob tearing from his throat.“Lilian… Lilian…”The child he had longed for.Killed by his own hand.Marcello cries until his voice is gone.He looks at the envelope that held the divorce papers. On it, Lilian had written four words: Set me free.It was her final request. After six suffocating years of marriage, it was her only wish.Marcello picks up a pen, his hand shaking.(Lilian’s POV)A short while later, in London, I receive the signed divorce papers.Tucked inside is a note with a time and a place.A few months later, on a sunny afternoon, at New York City Hall.I arrive to find Marcello standing o

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