Chapter 1

On the eve of signing our marriage contract, I discovered my fiancé was hiding a girl.

That day, I slammed the mafia marriage contract on the table and gave him two choices.

Either tear up the contract, or send her to the asylum.

Matteo Rossi smoked all night at the firing range, but ultimately picked up the pen and signed.

Later at the wedding, a girl with scarred wrists suddenly rushed to the altar.

"Matteo, my brother died for you, won't you even give me this last bit of love?"

The bouquet handed to me fell to the ground, and he only left me with a hurried back.

I tore off my corsage and held down the Don's hand.

"If you walk out that door today, our marriage contract is void."

His footsteps paused, but he still left.

...

The wedding music stopped, and the guests' whispers pierced my ears like needles.

I froze at the altar, staring at the empty doorway.

My parents walked up and draped a coat over my shoulders.

"Elena, let's go home."

I nodded and followed them down the aisle.

Passing the Rossi family's table, I stopped.

The Donna grabbed my hand, her eyes red: "Elena, Matteo didn't mean it, don't blame him."

I pulled my hand away and bowed to them.

"I am sorry."

After speaking, I didn't linger and left the cathedral with my parents.

That night, Matteo didn't come back.

The next day, neither.

On the third night, he returned reeking of alcohol.

He stood at the door, looking at me sitting on the sofa: "Why haven't you slept?"

I didn't answer and pointed to a document on the table.

"Read it."

He walked over and picked up the document.

It was Sofia Conti's involuntary commitment order.

Because she self-harmed at the wedding and violated the Family's code, she was sent to the mob sanitarium.

"You did this?" he asked coldly.

"It's the rules," I said flatly.

He crumpled the document and smashed it to the floor: "Elena, she is just a patient, her brother died to save me, I owe her!"

"What you owe her shouldn't be paid by me."

"Can't you be a little considerate of me?"

I looked at him, suddenly feeling he was a stranger.

We had known each other for ten years, and he had never spoken to me in this tone.

I stood up and walked back to the bedroom.

"Matteo, let's separate for a while."

I closed the door, listening to him smashing things outside.

Lying in bed, I was sleepless all night.