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Each step felt like it landed directly on his heart. When I reached him, I removed my mask. The face that had once been sallow and haggard now glowed with health and vitality. "Long time no see, ex-husband." I smiled, but my eyes were cold as ice. "Ex-husband?" Domenico looked like he had been struck by lightning. His face turned deathly pale. "Lucia, I know you hate me. You can get revenge however you want." He dropped to his knees, ignored the stares of everyone around him, and grabbed the hem of my dress. "Just come back to me. Everything in the Calvetti family is yours. I'm yours too! I can be your dog or your slave. Just don't leave me again!"

He rolled off me as if he had been burned, stumbling back to stand by the bed. He walked to the door, pausing with his hand on the handle, his back stiff and lonely. "Don't try to run again, Ivy. You know I can't let you go. But..." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in defeat, "I don't want to hurt you. Don't force me." He slammed the door shut. A single tear rolled down my cheek, and I sat there quietly until midnight. I heard two maids whispering outside the door. "Looks like we're getting a new Donna . That Elena sure has means."

His silver hair now had streaks of white, too. It seemed the once-commanding mafia don had aged in an instant. However, I no longer felt sympathy for him. I sighed and refused decisively. “There’s no medicine for regret in this world. “If there were, I’d wish I didn’t have those three brothers, and that I had never agreed to marry you. “Elio, I already died once on that bridge. Let me go, please.” “No!” Elio hugged me tighter, his strength nearly suffocating me. “I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Trust me. Let’s get that marriage license and start over, okay? This time, I’ll spend my life making it up to you!”

No one insulted him and walked away. But this woman wasn’t just anyone. She was his Rosie. “Rosie, I didn’t know you were pregnant... that...” He couldn't finish as Rosa taunted him with bitterness. “How would you know, when you threw me away like a thorn in your life? Why would you want kids with me when you never even wanted to touch me—hell, you didn't even want to see me.” The Italian Don exhaled sharply to calm himself. “Give me a chance. Come home,” he whispered. He had never pleaded with anyone in his entire life, yet here he was, desperate and broken before the only woman he couldn’t afford to lose.

The second I had those divorce papers in hand, I felt lighter than air. I walked right past Enzo without a glance and headed for the door. Halfway there, he grabbed my wrist. I turned around. He looked terrible. Dark circles. Bloodshot eyes. Begging. "Sofia, give me one more chance... I can do better. You'll see." I shook him off. Smiled. "Mr. Romano, what are you talking about? We're divorced. No more chances."

The man who once ruled Manhattan with an iron fist let out a broken, desperate sob in the middle of the empty street. Meanwhile, I had crossed half the world. As the sun rose over a foreign horizon, I stepped off the plane. The Don of New York would never find his Elena again.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

He looked at me like he was searching for something-a crack, a weakness, a reason to believe I didn’t mean it. “I regret every moment with you,” I said. My voice was calm, but every word cut deep. “Every single one. I regret trying. I regret loving you. I regret begging. I regret offering you everything and getting nothing back. I regret wasting three years of my life on someone who never saw me as anything more than a business transaction.” My voice didn’t shake. “I regret all of it, you asshole.” Damon’s face changed. His mouth twitched, his eyes flickered. For a second, I thought I saw pain — real pain — but it didn’t matter anymore.

“Meadow, you can’t act like this isn’t strange! You disappeared seven years ago, only to reappear today as Doctor Meadow Enrique. What is going on? Are you really Doctor Meadow Enrique, or did you come back to New York for something else? Did you come with all this charade of being a doctor just to get my attention?” How delusional can he be? “You seriously think I came back here just for you? Are you stupid or something?” “Watch your mouth, Meadow, or else—” “Or else what, Mr. Anderson?” I didn’t let him complete the sentence. “I think you have forgotten that you and your family were the ones who begged me to come back to New York and perform your dad’s surgery. In fact, you even paid doubl

"I'll give you all of the Marlowe family's territory! Call it my apology. I'm begging you, come back to me!" "If you won't, I'd rather die right here!" His face was soaked in tears of regret, and the words he screamed carried the taste of blood. "You've become a laughingstock," I said. "Your seat as Don was already hanging by a thread." I spread my hands. "And here you are, wasting your time, begging me. The other Dons are ruthless wolves. Do you really think you can hold your territory?" "I can't speak for the rest." I fired my last shot. "But I'd bet my life that right now, my father is swallowing your territory whole."