Why's the Don Crying After I Dumped Him?
At our wedding, Don Marco DeLuca, my fiance, answers a phone call. That's when his expression changes drastically.
He then looks at me, his eyes filled with pain and conflict, two of the emotions that I've never seen plaguing him before.
"Lina, Fiora will be flying this afternoon. She will leave Novaris permanently. This will be our last time seeing each other. I… I need to send her off."
As I rub my thumb against the diamond ring which has just gotten slotted onto my ring finger, I just gaze at Marco quietly.
"Are you sure you want to go see her off?"
Marco's voice is trembling at this rate. He dares not even look me in the eye.
"Lina, I swear that you'll be the only woman for me from now on. We'll get married, and we'll have children together. Life will be perfect for us."
After that, he turns on his heel and walks away without looking back. He doesn't see the way I've crumpled onto the floor, where a puddle of blood has formed beneath me.
My papa kisses me on the forehead. "My darling principessa, are you sure you want to break up with Marco?"
I close my eyes and nod in response.
I don't want Marco nor this farce of a marriage contract anymore.