The Mafia Bride's Retribution

On the day both my husband Antonio's mistress Sophia and I were kidnapped, the abductors forced him to choose between us.

Without hesitation, he chose to save the drugged Sophia.

I was left hanging upside down on the edge of a cliff, forced to watch Antonio and Sophia make love for three days and nights. Every moan and slap of flesh against flesh was crystal clear.

The kidnappers cut the rope, and I plummeted off the cliff. I struggled in a pool of blood for seven days, waiting in vain for Antonio to rescue me.

When I finally crawled back to the estate, my legs a mangled mess of blood and flesh, I saw Sophia tearing at her clothes in front of reporters, crying her eyes out.

She begged for my forgiveness, then put on a show of trying to jump off the balcony: "Isabella, please don't blame Antonio. He just wanted to save me. It's all my fault for ruining your marriage. I'll repay with my life!"

I looked at her coldly and said, "I'll personally prepare the most luxurious coffin for you."

Everyone was stunned.

Antonio glared at me in disgust, holding her tightly as he announced to everyone, "I'm going to marry Sophia."

In front of the cameras, he drew lots to determine the wedding date, landing on next month.

After my heart was completely shattered, even the pain became numb.I wiped away my tears, removed the ring from my fourth finger, and dialed the long-buried phone number.

The man on the other end of the line, his deep voice wrapped in dangerous amusement: "Finally... remembered me?"