Semua Bab My "Penniless" Husband Spent Millions on Her: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Elena's POVWhen I snapped back to reality, the counter at the boutique across the street was empty.The clothing donation worker walked over, looking at me with concern. "Signora, is everything alright?"I froze for a moment. When I glanced down at a puddle on the ground, I finally realized how ragged I looked.My face was pale, my clothes were faded, and my eyes brimmed with tears.I looked down and quickly brushed the tears away with the back of my hand. "Sì, I'm fine. Just been standing too long, I guess."She eyed me for a second, said nothing more, and turned back to sort through the newly donated clothes.Looking at the discounted kids' clothes in the donation bin—the ones I'd spent hours picking out—my eyes burned.After the downfall of the Costa family, I worried my husband, Antonio Costa, would be looked down on when meeting other Dons.So I pawned the necklace Mamma gave me for our wedding just to scrape together enough for a Patek Philippe watch for him. I couldn't

Elena's POVSofia slipped in without knocking. "Elena, I'm so glad you've finally come to your senses!"She walked over, her tone intimate, as if we were childhood best friends. "The family trust fund in Silvaria is almost past its unfreezing deadline, and several collateral branches are hovering like vultures."If you get the paperwork sorted out now, Antonio can claim his share the second it thaws. Then you two can just remarry."She beamed, putting on a front of pure concern for my well-being. "When I brought this up to Antonio earlier, he was worried you'd throw a fit like last time."My hands went stiff as memories flooded back.The last time he brought up divorce, I had just found out I was pregnant. Unstable and terrified, I had smashed everything in sight the second the word left his lips.But things were different now.After watching him shower Sofia with extravagant gifts while neglecting Matteo's lethal allergy, I had zero expectations left for this marriage.Antoni

Elena's POVJust as we stepped off the airport shuttle bus, Matteo suddenly spiked a high fever in the terminal.I clutched his burning little body, standing helpless by the luggage carousel.As I bent down to pick up a kicked-open pack of diapers, I suddenly felt a presence.I looked up, and Papa was standing there, leaning on an old mahogany cane, with Mamma supporting his arm.Papa pressed the back of his hand to Matteo's forehead. Without a word, he unbuttoned his coat and wrapped it around Matteo.Meanwhile, Mamma pulled a box of fever medication from her purse.Once the medicine kicked in, Matteo's breathing slowed, and he drifted off to sleep against my shoulder as the fever began to break.As I watched my parents fuss over us with such quiet devotion, tears pricked my eyes.Back then, they had bitterly opposed my marriage to Antonio. I was the one who had stubbornly cut ties just to marry him.But in the end, my reckless devotion was rewarded with his deception and be

Third-Person POVAntonio sprang up and crossed the room in three quick strides before yanking the door open.Before the hallway motion lights even kicked on, he blurted out, "Elena, you're finally back! Do you have any idea how worried I was?"He froze the moment he saw who was actually standing there.It was Sofia.Sofia failed to notice the strange state he was in. Lifting the hem of her dress, she walked inside without a care and spoke in a cute voice. "The Moretti gala is tomorrow night, Antonio. I want you to come with me to pick out a showstopping dress."Without a word, Antonio slowly shut the door behind her.Sofia did a loop around his living room, casually flipping through the stack of crumpled receipts on the coffee table."Why do you look so awful? Is Elena throwing another scene?""No," Antonio replied."Did something go wrong with the divorce papers then? I told you not to let your guard down, but you wouldn't listen. Look at what happened now. The divorce is fi