My Husband and His Other Wife
In the third year of our marriage, I suddenly received a wedding invitation from my own husband, with the bride being my cousin, Lina.
Following the address on the invitation, I flew to America. However, the moment I arrived, I saw my husband, Marco, the youngest Don in Italy, wrapping his arm around Lina as they toasted together.
Fireworks burst across the sky, forming both of their names. Inside the chapel, his men laughed and joked.
“In Italy, he married Aurora, and in America, he'll marry Lina. The Don really gets the best of both worlds!”
“But didn’t he say he didn’t feel anything for Lina?”
Marco’s deep voice cut through the noise. “I really didn’t, at first. To me, she was just a kid, but she pursued me for years. She never cared how cold I was, and she even stayed by my side for the two years I was paralyzed, taking care of me. Even if my heart were made of stone, I couldn’t stay unmoved forever.”
The two years he was paralyzed…
So during those years, while I was out in the desert, eating sand and sleeping under the open sky, fighting exhaustion just to gather rare medicinal extracts to treat his injured spine, my husband had begun his romance with my cousin.
I wiped my tears, pulled out the divorce papers Marco had signed when he first got hurt, and added my own signature. If devotion can’t compare to someone simply staying by his side, I don’t need a man who can betray me so easily.