Forbidden, Still Fallen
I loved my stepbrother, Simon Rossi, the Don, for ten years.
When he got poisoned one day, I offered myself to him and ended up pregnant.
He smoked half a packet of cigarettes before saying, “I’ll take responsibility for this.”
However, his first love, Camillia, claimed that she had an asthma attack on our wedding day.
I begged Simon to wait until our ceremony was over before going to her.
Unfortunately, Camillia escaped the hospital and died on her way to find him.
Prior to her death, she called Simon 99 times. But he did not answer even once because of our wedding ceremony.
When I found out, I felt terrible. Yet, Simon was exceptionally calm.
After our wedding, my health deteriorated exponentially, and I bled heavily during childbirth.
Just as I was about to die, I heard the doctor sigh softly. “Mr. Rossi, you’re ruthless. The poison you gave your wife has seeped into her bones. The baby can’t be saved either.”
“Camillia suffered the same pain before her death.”
When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the night before everything happened.