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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?"

The Mafia Bride's Retribution

He ignored Sofia's tearful cries behind him, not stopping his stride.


However, the scene that greeted him was not what he had anticipated.


The villa was in complete disarray, with blood-stained broken furniture strewn across the floor.


The horrifying sight of blood made his heart clench.


He searched the entire house but could not find any trace of Isabella.


He dared not imagine what Isabella had endured after he left that day.


His gaze fell on the wedding ring lying silently on the table.


Isabella used to cherish this ring above all else, never taking it off.


With reddened eyes, he cradled the ring in his palm, only now truly believing that Isabella was gone.


At this moment, memories of his time with Isabella flooded his mind.


Her smile, her tolerance, her gentleness, everything about her...


His hand trembled involuntarily as he picked up his phone, dialing that unanswered number over and over again.


Chapter 6