When Love Had Reached Its EndChapter 1
In the year I believed in pure love, Matteo Bianchi broke into the hotel and crippled the man who tried to rape me. Although he wasn’t heavily punished, the act left a mark on his life. The heir of a rich family was then driven from home and fell into a life of street thugs.
At the worst moments, I held Matteo and cried, asking if he regretted what he had done. He only smiled with affection.
His response was, "How could I regret it? Your innocence matters more than my life!"
He continued, promising, "I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life. If you're safe, all the suffering will be worth it!"
Matteo continued to fight fiercely to protect me. In doing so, he also rose to power. Everyone knew I was Mr. Bianchi’s favored one, untouchable and safe from harm.
On our wedding anniversary, I opened his safe and found a thick stack of papers. It was pregnancy test results, kindergarten admission notices. It turned out that he had fathered a child without telling me.
Matteo did not try to explain. He cut off the hand of the bodyguard right in front of me, threw the severed hand at my feet and raised an eyebrow.
"If you can't even keep your things safe, this hand is useless!" he shouted coldly.
I laughed coldly and slammed a divorce agreement in his face.
"Stop talking and sign it."
He only laughed back in response.
"I told you. We'll never divorce!"
"You can leave, do whatever you want. But I'll see if you dare to kill me!"
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"In this life, we'll belong to each other and be buried together," he said.
That was the promise both Matteo and I had made at eighteen. But on that day, I understood that even pure love could rot and even the most beautiful vows could expire. And when things expired, they should be ended.
I pulled a knife hidden under the sofa and stabbed at his neck. Matteo did not dodge. Instead, he stepped forward and met the blade. At the last moment I twisted my wrist and the knife sank into his shoulder.
He smiled, but the hand holding the knife trembled.
"What? Can't you bring yourself to do it?" he asked.
"Victoria, we've come this far. There is no reason to end like this over something small," he continued.
He said, "That child was an accident. If you don't want him, I'll have him sent abroad in a few days."
An accident, he said?