Love Drowns In the Lake

In our six years of marriage, Dante Moretti, betrayed me three times.

The first time, at an underground casino, he slept with a girl and swore he had to be responsible for her.

The second time, to make that girl happy, he locked me in a warehouse for three days while I was seven months pregnant. Then, our baby’s heartbeat stopped.

The third time, that girl fell ill and needed a kidney transplant from me. He strapped my mother, who was on a ventilator, into his sports car and sped wildly along a cliffside highway.

I knelt, begging, "I'll donate it. Just let my mom go. I'll do anything you ask..."

Dante smiled, his hand tightening on the remote control.

The next second, the car smashed through the guardrail, and I could only watch, as my mother plunged toward the lake.

"Remember this. This is the consequence of making Isabella suffer for even one more day."

"From now on, as long as you learn to be obedient, everything can go back to the way it was."

But I knew that was impossible.

Dante, there could never be a future for us.