Cry Harder, Husband. I'm Never Coming Back!

Seven years of marriage, and I buried four babies.

Every single time I gave birth, Jerome Partrdge held me while I cried, kissed my forehead, and whispered that our babies had been stillborn. He stayed beside me through every nightmare, telling me none of it was my fault. I believed him. I believed every single lie.

Now I was pregnant again to our fifth baby.

My hands couldn't stop shaking as I held the pregnancy test. I was smiling through my tears because maybe... maybe this time God would finally let me keep my child.

I wanted to surprise Jerome.

I walked toward his office inside the Partridge estate, already imagining the look on his face when I told him. But before I could knock, I heard his voice from the other side of the door.

Those four babies... did you get rid of them properly? Jerome asked calmly. Make sure they're buried somewhere decent. I don't ever want Lori finding out anything. She's already suffered enough, and I don't want her reliving all that pain.

My heart warmed.

See? This was my husband. He always acted cold in front of everyone else, but he was gentle with me when no one was watching. I smiled to myself.

Then his right hand, Kael, spoke. Boss... if you care about your wife that much, then why did you have her kidnapped seven years ago? Your men pretended to be kidnappers, tortured her for three days, and after she gave birth... you were the one who killed those babies with your own hands.

What?

My body froze.

No. I had to be hearing things.

My breathing turned uneven. I covered my mouth before I could make a sound.

Kidnapped... Tortured... My babies...

No, no, no. That couldn't be true.

Tears blurred my vision before I even realized I was crying.

Inside the office, Jerome finally answered. I've loved Vivienne since we were kids, he said quietly. But she only wanted Linux. The problem was Linux was engaged to Lori, so I had to make sure that engagement fell apart. If Lori came back ruined, Linux would've never married her. Just like I expected, he dumped her and chose Vivienne instead.

Every word stabbed straight through my chest.

So I married Lori afterward, Jerome continued. Not because I loved her. I just needed to keep her close. If she stayed with me, she wouldn't have the chance to get revenge or ruin Vivienne's happy life.

I grabbed the wall before my legs completely gave out. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

Then Kael asked carefully, But... those babies... why did they all have to die?

Jerome didn't even hesitate. Vivienne has always wanted to beat Lori at everything. She would've never accepted Lori becoming a mother before her. So those children couldn't be allowed to live.

I almost screamed.

My babies weren't stillborn!

Jerome, my husband, murdered them with his own hands.

Why?

Why would you do that to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?

Jerome let out a long sigh. I didn't expect things to end up like this. After seven years... I guess I've grown attached to Lori. It bothers me when she cries. Seeing her in pain isn't easy anymore.

Attached?

Was that all I was? Something he'd gotten used to?

Kael lowered his voice. Boss... Miss Vivienne already married the man she wanted. Everything worked out for her. Maybe it's time to stop. Your wife has suffered enough. Every time she loses a baby, it almost kills her too. I've watched her break over and over again.

No, Jerome answered instantly. I do care about Lori now. Maybe more than I should. But Vivienne will always come first.

He paused before speaking again.

Linux still hasn't gotten Vivienne pregnant. She'll lose her mind if Lori gives birth before she does.

His voice turned cold again.

So if Lori gets pregnant again... He didn't even need a second to think. then this baby will die too.

Everything around me started spinning.

Vivienne and I had been enemies since the day we were born.

We were cousins, born on the exact same day, and our mafia families lived right next to each other. Growing up, everyone knew our names because we never stopped competing. If I wore a new dress, she'd buy something more expensive. If I got an earrings, she'd show up wearing diamonds twice the size. She always had to beat me.

But the one thing she wanted more than anything... was Linux.

My fianc. The future Don of another mafia family.

She chased him for years, but he never even looked at her. He loved me, and everyone knew we were getting married. People said Vivienne had finally lost.

I thought so too.

Until the night before my wedding I was kidnapped for three days.

Three days that destroyed my entire life.

They beat me, tortured me, and kept me locked away, but they never touched me the way everyone believed they did. When I finally came home, the rumors had already spread across every mafia family in the city.

They said I wasn't pure anymore and called me damaged, disgraced.

Linux's mother threatened to kill herself if he married me, so he had no choice but to call off our engagement. A few months later, he married Vivienne.

Back then, I wanted to die. My whole world had fallen apart, and I didn't think I'd ever smile again.

Then Jerome Partridge came into my life.

The heir of Partridge Consolidated.

The man every powerful family wanted on their side.

He arrived with a wedding procession so grand the entire city stopped to watch. Luxury cars stretched for miles, flowers covered the streets, and everyone said I'd become the luckiest woman alive.

On our wedding night, I couldn't stop crying.

He held my face so gently, wiped away every tear with his thumb, and kissed my forehead. "Lori," he whispered, "look at me. I don't care what anyone says. I know who you are, and to me, you'll always be the purest woman in this world. So please... don't cry anymore. You've been hurt enough."

I believed him.

Damn, I really believed him!

For seven years, he treated me like I was the center of his world. He spoiled me, protected me, loved me so well that every woman in the mafia world envied me. Little by little, I fell completely in love with him. And the only shadow in our marriage... was losing four babies.

I always blamed fate. I thought God simply hated me. But today, I found out their father murdered every single one of them for Vivienne.

...

I don't even remember leaving the mansion.

I just ran.

I ran until I reached the abandoned burial grounds outside the city. Hidden behind an empty hill, I saw them.

Four tiny graves.

No names. No flowers. No headstones. Just four small piles of dirt.

Like my babies had never existed.

My knees gave out, and I collapsed in front of them.

"My babies!" My voice broke. "My precious babies. Mommy's here! I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry..."

I reached for the cold dirt with shaking hands.

How scared were they? Did they cry for me? Did they wonder why Mommy never came?

I couldn't stop screaming. I couldn't stop crying. Rain slowly began to fall, soaking my hair, my clothes, my skin, but I didn't care. Nothing hurt more than my heart.

I stayed there until my voice disappeared and there were no tears left to cry.

I don't even remember how I made it back to the city.

My feet carried me into the black market.

After asking around, someone finally led me into a hidden underground clinic.

"I need two kinds of medicine," I whispered.

The old doctor studied me for a long moment before handing me two small bottle. "This one will end the pregnancy," he explained gently. "It works quickly. And this one... after you take it, your body will appear dead on the ninth day. No heartbeat. No pulse. No breathing. Everyone will believe you've died. Two days later, you'll wake up on your own."

He looked at me with concern. "Miss are you in trouble? If someone is hurting you, tell me. Maybe I can help."

I forced a small smile and slowly shook my head. "No... thank you."

I paid him, took the medicine, and walked away.

I held both bottles so tightly my nails cut into my palms. Blood slowly trickled between my fingers but I didn't even feel it.

How could I? My heart was already dead.

This baby...

I can't bring this child into a world where their own father wants them dead. I won't let Jerome kill another one of my children.

NEVER AGAIN.

Jerome You stole seven years of my life. You destroyed everything I ever loved. So this time I'll disappear from your life forever. You'll bury an empty coffin. And you'll never see me again.

I went back to the Partridge estate with two bottle clutched tightly in my hand.

The moment I got inside my room, I dismissed every maid and guard. I want to be alone, I said quietly. No one comes in unless I call.

When the door finally closed, silence filled the room.

I stared at the two bottle lying on the table.

One black.

One red.

One would end my pregnancy.

The other would let me disappear from this world.

My hands shook as I drink the liquid from the black bottle.

I rested my hand over my stomach.

I'm sorry, I whispered. Mommy can't protect you... and I can't let your father kill you too. I'm so sorry, my baby.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I forced myself to swallow. Not long after, a sharp pain exploded through my stomach.

I gasped, clutching my abdomen as if someone had stabbed me over and over again. It hurts!

God...

It hurt so much!

Blood slowly soaked through my skirt.

I collapsed onto the floor, my entire body trembling. Cold sweat drenched my clothes, and my vision blurred from the pain, but I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. I refused to scream.

No one was coming to save me anyway.

Just like before.

Somehow, I forced myself to crawl toward the table. My fingers barely obeyed me anymore as I reached for the red bottle. I drank it without hesitation.

This is it.

Nine days.

Just nine more days then Lorelie will disappear forever.

Darkness swallowed me whole.

...

When I opened my eyes again, the first person I saw was Jerome.

My heart instantly turned cold.

He was sitting beside my bed, holding my hand between both of his. His brows were knitted together with worry, and his eyes were filled with the same concern I'd fallen in love with.

Lori... He leaned closer. You're finally awake.

His voice was so gentle.

So what happened? Why did you suddenly miscarry? He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. Why didn't you send someone to call the family doctor? Or one of our physicians? You shouldn't have gone through something like that alone.

I looked into his eyes, and for the first time, I saw it.

Hidden beneath all that fake concern was relief.

He was relieved.

Happy, even. Because the baby was gone.

He didn't have to kill this one himself.

My chest hurt so much I thought it would split open. I wanted to grab him. I wanted to scream, to ask why he had destroyed my life. Those babies were yours too. They called you Daddy before they even took their first breath. How could you murder your own children? But nothing came out.

Only tears kept falling, no matter how hard I tried to stop them.

Jerome sighed softly. Oh, Lori... He carefully wiped away my tears before pulling me into his arms. His hand gently rubbed my back. Don't cry anymore. He kissed the top of my head. I know this hurts, but we'll have another baby someday. Right now, I just want you to get better. That's all that matters to me.

Another baby?

I closed my eyes as a bitter smile slowly spread across my face.

No There won't be another baby. Not with you. Never again. There isn't a future waiting for us anymore.

...

After my miscarriage, Jerome barely left my side.

As the future Don of the Partridge family, he had endless responsibilities, yet he stayed home to take care of me. He tasted every cup of medicine before letting me drink it. He peeled fruit with his own hands and fed it to me. He searched for rare fruits, expensive jewelry, and priceless gifts from all over the world, trying to make me smile again.

Anyone who saw him would've believed he was the perfect husband.

Even the capos and household staff couldn't stop talking about it.

Our future Don really worships Miss Lorelie.

I've never seen Boss treat anyone like this.

They say he's afraid she'll get hurt if he holds her too tightly and afraid she'll disappear if he lets her go. He loves his wife more than his own life.

Every compliment felt like another knife twisting inside my chest.

Look at him, he fooled me. Now he's fooling everyone else too.

Sometimes... Even I almost forgot it was all an act.

Until today.

A mountain of business from Partridge Consolidated had piled up, along with matters involving the family's hidden operations. Jerome finally had no choice but to leave my side.

I'll be in my study for a while, he said, gently squeezing my hand. If you need anything, send someone for me immediately. Don't push yourself, alright?

He smiled, kissed my forehead, and walked away. The bedroom door slowly closed behind him.

Not long after Jerome left, someone knocked on my bedroom door.

Before I could tell them to leave, Vivienne walked in. She was wearing an expensive designer dress, looking every bit like the elegant Donna everyone admired.

But I knew better.

Behind that sweet smile was the woman who had ruined my life.

My poor little cousin, she said with a fake sigh. I heard about your miscarriage, and I felt so terrible. So I made your favorite chicken mushroom soup. They say it's good for healing after losing a baby, especially for your womb.

She lifted the insulated food container with a smile.

I spent hours making it myself. I really hope you'll eat some.

I looked at her without a trace of warmth. I don't want it.

Her smile didn't move.

Oh, come on, Lori. Don't be like that. Even if you hate me, don't reject my kindness.

I said no.

She walked closer anyway. The rich smell of chicken and mushrooms filled the room as she poured the soup into a bowl.

Just one spoonful, she said softly. Please? I made this because I was worried about you.

I felt sick just looking at her. I said take it away.

She ignored me again and held the bowl toward me.

Something inside me finally snapped. I pushed the bowl away and barely touched it.

But Vivienne suddenly let out a loud scream. Ah!

She deliberately twisted her wrist. The bowl tipped over, and the hot soup spilled all over her own arm before crashing onto the floor.

She immediately threw herself backward and collapsed onto the floor, crying as if she were the victim.

My hand! Lori, why?! she sobbed as tears streamed down her face. It hurts... it hurts so much!

I stared at her in disbelief. She actually poured it on herself! Was ruining my life not enough?

At that exact moment, the bedroom door flew open.

Jerome rushed inside. Someone must've told him Vivienne had come to visit. His eyes immediately landed on Vivienne lying on the floor.

What happened? he demanded.

Without even looking at me again, he hurried to Vivienne's side. He gently helped her up and carefully held her burned hand. His face was full of worry.

Vivi! Are you alright? Let me see.

Vivienne buried herself against his chest and cried even harder.

Jerome... she whispered between sobs. I know Lori's hurting because she lost her baby, so I didn't blame her. I just wanted to cheer her up. I spent hours making chicken mushroom soup for her. I even burned my hands while cooking it because I wanted everything to be perfect.

She held up her reddened arm.

But... but she didn't even want to taste it. She pushed the bowl away, and now... Her crying became louder. I guess she really hates me...

I didn't push her! I said immediately. My voice shook from anger. She did that herself! She spilled it on purpose. She wanted you to see this!

Enough! Jerome's voice echoed through the room.

I froze.

He slowly turned toward me.

There was nothing but disappointment in his eyes.

Lori, he said, his voice cold. I know you've been suffering. I know losing another baby broke your heart, and that's why I've been patient with you. I've let everything slide because I understand your pain.

He looked at Vivienne before looking back at me.

But what does any of this have to do with Vivi? She came here because she was worried about you. She cooked for you herself, and all she wanted was to make sure you were eating.

He took a slow breath.

So why would you treat her like this? Why take your anger out on someone who's only trying to help?

I laughed.

A broken, bitter laugh escaped my lips. Take my anger out on her? I looked straight into his eyes. You actually believe her? My voice cracked. Jerome... are you really that blind? Or do you just choose her every single time?

Vivienne peeked at me from his arms. For just a second, she smiled. A smug, victorious smile that only I could see.

My heart shattered all over again.

Seven years of lies.

Four murdered babies.

A fake marriage. A husband who never believed me. And the woman who destroyed everything stood there pretending to be the victim.

Why...

Why was I the only one suffering?

A sharp pain suddenly exploded inside my chest. I couldn't breathe. Everything started spinning. Something warm rushed up my throat.

I covered my mouth.

A mouthful of blood spilled through my fingers and onto the floor.

Jerome's eyes widened but my vision already slowly faded into darkness.

Then everything went black.

...

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't in my bedroom.

I was kneeling on the cold concrete floor of one of the Partridge family's underground punishment rooms. My knees already ached, but it wasn't the worst part. Both of my hands were stretched out in front of me. A thick metal bar rested across my palms, and heavy buckets of water hung from each side. My arms were shaking so badly I could barely keep them up. The weight felt unbearable.

I looked up.

Jerome was standing a few feet away.

He frowned when our eyes met. Lori... you're awake. Don't be afraid. This won't last long if you cooperate.

I stared at him without saying a word.

He slowly walked closer. Don't hate me for this, alright? Linux found out about what happened with Vivi. He's furious and wants justice for her. He even threatened to bring this before the Mafia Council if I don't punish you. I don't have a choice. Just endure it for a little while. This is only for show. If the Council gets involved, your punishment will be much worse.

Linux? Really?

Did he think I was still stupid enough to believe him?

Linux and I grew up together. We were each other's first love. Even after our engagement was destroyed, he secretly came to see me more than once. He apologized over and over. He told me he still loved me. He told me marrying Vivienne wasn't his choice. After their wedding, everyone in the mafia world knew he barely went home. He couldn't even stand looking at Vivienne. So why would he suddenly demand justice for her?

No.

This had nothing to do with Linux.

Jerome simply wanted to punish me because Vivienne cried. He needed an excuse.

That was all.

I looked straight at him. You don't have to lie anymore. We both know this has nothing to do with Linux. You wanted to punish me because she got hurt.

His eyes flickered.

Before I could say another word, he looked toward one of his captains. Start the punishment. No one is allowed to hold back.

No... I barely had time to whisper.

The men stepped forward.

Hold it up, one of them ordered.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to lift the metal bar. My arms trembled violently beneath the weight. Every second felt like torture. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.

Minutes passed before my fingers finally gave out.

The metal bar slipped from my hands and crashed onto the floor.

Before I could even react, the first whip lashed across my back.

I screamed.

One, the captain counted calmly.

The second strike landed across the backs of my hands.

Two.

The third tore across my back again.

Three.

They alternated every strike, my back, then my hands, again and again until the count reached forty.

Ten lashes across my back.

Ten lashes across my hands.

The whip made from a ray's tail ripped into my skin with every strike. My back burned like it had been set on fire, while my swollen hands split open until blood dripped onto the floor. I could barely stay conscious.

Pick it up again, the captain ordered.

I stared at the heavy weights through blurred vision. My torn, swollen hands could barely move.

I lifted them anyway then I dropped them again.

Another lash.

Then another.

By the end, I knew...

I wouldn't even be able to hold a spoon after today.

Jerome never stopped them. He just simply stood there and watched. And the last thing I remembered was collapsing onto the floor.

...

When I woke up again, I was back in my bedroom.

My hands were wrapped in clean bandages, and every small movement sent unbearable pain shooting through my fingers. My back felt even worse. It burned beneath the layers of fresh bandages, and I could still feel every lash as though the whip had never stopped.

Jerome sat beside my bed. He was carefully blowing on a spoonful of medicine before bringing it to my lips.

As if...

As if he hadn't been the one who ordered my punishment.

Lori, he said softly, does it still hurt? I know today was difficult, but your injuries will heal. Just give it a few days, alright? I promise I'll make sure you recover.

He gently brushed my hair behind my ear.

I'm sorry. I really didn't have another choice. If I hadn't done it, the Mafia Council would've demanded something far worse, and I couldn't let that happen to you.

I looked at him for a long time.

Before... I would've believed every word. I would've cried in his arms and thanked him for protecting me.

Now... I knew every expression on his face was another lie.

I slowly closed my eyes. I didn't have the strength to argue anymore. Didn't have the strength to expose him.

I was simply too tired.

For the next few days, Jerome never left my side.

He canceled meetings, ignored business calls from Partridge Consolidated, and even left matters involving the family's captains and hidden operations to his most trusted capos. He stayed with me every day, trying everything he could to make me smile.

But nothing worked.

The woman he loved wasn't me.

The children I buried were murdered by him.

How was I supposed to smile after knowing that?

One morning, he suddenly took my hand. Lori, let's go out today. You've been staying inside for too long, and I'm worried about you.

I looked at him without saying anything.

I know you've been thinking about our babies, he continued gently. The family yacht is ready. We'll sail out into the open ocean and scatter white flower petals for them. We'll pray for them together and ask the sea to carry them somewhere peaceful. I know it won't erase your pain, but maybe it'll bring you a little comfort.

For a second, my heart tightened.

There was an old belief among some mafia families that children who died too soon would find peace if white flowers were scattered into the sea.

Maybe...

Maybe my babies would hear me.

So I agreed.

...

The Partridge family's superyacht slowly sailed across the endless blue ocean. It was beautiful, elegant, the kind of luxury only one of the world's richest mafia families could afford.

The sea breeze gently brushed against my face. Jerome stood beside me the whole time. Whenever the wind became too strong, he quietly moved closer to shield me. He even held my hand while we walked across the deck.

Anyone watching would've thought he was the perfect husband.

He handed me a basket filled with white flower petals. Ready? Let's send them off together. I believe they'll know their parents are thinking of them.

Together, we scattered the petals into the ocean. Thousands of white petals floated across the waves.

I closed my eyes.

My babies...

I hope you're somewhere warm. Somewhere safe.

Somewhere your father can never hurt you again.

When I opened my eyes, I almost laughed.

What a joke.

The man standing beside me looked so gentle. So loving. Who would've believed he was also the man who murdered every child I carried?

Half an hour later, the sea breeze became colder.

I shivered.

Jerome noticed immediately. You're freezing. Wait here, alright? Don't move. I'll go inside and bring your coat. I'll be back in just a minute.

I gave a small nod.

He walked toward the cabin.

Soon, I was standing alone near the railing. The ocean stretched endlessly before me.

Then I heard the one voice I never wanted to hear again.

My dear cousin, Vivienne said with a smile as she walked toward me. It looks like Jerome really knows how to comfort you.

I slowly turned around.

She stood a few feet away, smiling as if she hadn't destroyed my entire life.

So romantic, she said with a laugh. Your baby has barely been gone, and you're already out here holding a memorial. Jerome really does spoil you, doesn't he?

I looked at her coldly and turned to leave.

She stepped in front of me.

Don't ignore me. We finally have a chance to talk without Jerome standing between us.

Her smile grew wider.

You know... sometimes I almost feel sorry for you. You lost Linux because of me. She laughed softly. Then you married Jerome, and look what happened. Even after becoming Mrs. Partridge, you're still losing to me.

She folded her arms.

Linux chose me. Jerome loves me. You've spent your whole life losing, Lori.

She tilted her head, her smile growing even crueler.

If I were you, I would've ended my life a long time ago. I don't think I'd have the courage to keep living after failing this badly.

Something inside me snapped.

Move, I said coldly. I'm not interested in talking to you. I don't even want to look at your face.

Oh? She smiled even brighter. You're angry now? Good. I like seeing you like this because it reminds me that no matter what you do, you'll never win against me.

She reached for my wrist.

Come on. Let's stop fighting. We're family, aren't we?

Don't touch me! I yanked my arm away.

The next second, Vivienne suddenly threw herself backward.

Ah!

She screamed as her body toppled over the railing.

Splash!

She fell straight into the ocean.

I instinctively reached forward but I lost my balance too.

No!

The railing slipped through my fingers then I fell.

The freezing ocean swallowed me whole.

Cold water rushed into my ears as my body sank beneath the waves. I couldn't breathe. I struggled desperately to reach the surface.

Then...

Splash!

Someone jumped into the water. It's Jerome!

For one foolish second, I thought he'd come for me.

I looked toward him but Jerome swam past me without even slowing down.

He swam straight to Vivienne.

He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. It's alright, Vivi. I've got you now. You're safe. Don't be afraid.

Then he swam back toward the yacht with her and never looked at me.

Something inside me finally died.

Using every bit of strength I had left, I forced myself toward the yacht. One of the crew members finally noticed me and threw me a life ring. I barely managed to climb back onboard before collapsing onto the deck, coughing up seawater.

My entire body shook from the cold.

My lips had already turned purple.

Jerome had wrapped his coat around Vivienne. He kept checking her face.

Vivi, are you hurt? Can you hear me? Tell me where you're injured. Don't scare me like this.

Only after making sure she was safe did he finally look at me.

His brows slowly pulled together.

Lori... He walked over, guilt flickering in his eyes. Are you alright? The water was so dark, and everything happened so fast. I... I thought you were Vivi. I made a mistake.

A mistake?

I stared at him. Even in a life or death moment He still chose her first.

I didn't answer him.

There was nothing left to say. I'd already seen who he would choose when it mattered most.

And it was never me.

Since both Vivienne and I had fallen into the ocean, Jerome ordered the convoy to head back to the Partridge estate immediately.

I sat quietly in the backseat of the armored SUV, soaked from head to toe. Vivienne sat beside Jerome, wrapped in his coat. He kept asking if she was cold, if she was scared, if she needed anything. Not once did he ask how I was feeling. Not once.

As we stopped near a traffic light on the edge of downtown Los Angeles, a group of homeless addicts and street junkies surrounded our SUV. They looked exhausted, dirty, and some were clearly high. They knocked on the windows, begging for money.

Please...

Anything helps...

Boss, spare some cash...

The security SUV behind us was delayed by traffic, leaving only our vehicle surrounded by the growing crowd.

Vivienne suddenly lowered her window. Poor things. They must be starving. I can't just ignore them. She pulled out a thick stack of cash from her designer handbag before smiling. Here. Take it. There's enough for everyone.

At first, everyone froze.

Then chaos erupted.

People shoved each other, punched each other, screamed, and fought over the money like wild animals. Someone shouted that there was more cash inside the SUV, and several addicts rushed toward us.

Bang!

A fist slammed against the window.

Another kicked the door.

Someone grabbed a broken pipe and started smashing the glass.

The entire SUV shook violently.

Oh my God! Vivienne screamed as she clung to Jerome's arm. They're going to kill us! Jerome, please... I'm so scared.

Jerome's face darkened. Stay behind me. I'll get you out of here first. No one is going to touch you while I'm here.

Without hesitation, he opened the door on Vivienne's side.

Several Partridge bodyguards rushed forward.

Protect Miss Vivienne! Jerome ordered. Get her to safety immediately.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and quickly pulled her out of the SUV.

Jerome! I reached toward him, my voice shaking. What about me? Don't leave me here!

But he ran with Vivienne surrounded by his guards and leave me behind.

Again.

The SUV rocked harder until the windows finally shattered. The street junkies rushed inside.

I shrank into the corner. No! Please... I don't have anything. Please leave me alone.

Nobody listened.

They grabbed everything they could. My purse, my jewelry, my watch, even my wedding ring.

Someone ripped the diamond earrings from my ears.

The pain made me cry out.

Another person yanked away the necklace Jerome once gave me.

Then rough hands grabbed my clothes.

No! I fought back with what little strength I had left. Please don't touch me! Please!

My soaked dress tore apart with a loud rip.

Cold air hit my bare skin.

I hugged myself as tightly as I could. The greed in their eyes disappeared. Something much worse replaced it.

One of them laughed.

Damn... she's beautiful!

Another reached toward me.

I've never touched a woman like this before.

Fear swallowed me whole.

No... Tears streamed down my face. Please... someone help me...

Was this really how everything was going to end?

Abandoned by my husband. Humiliated in the middle of the street.

Then sirens echoed through the air.

Several police cruisers and Partridge security vehicles sped toward us.

Police! one of the officers shouted. Back away from the vehicle! Move now!

The addicts immediately scattered in every direction and within seconds, they were gone.

I stayed curled up in the corner of the destroyed SUV, unable to stop shaking or crying. Pieces of my dress barely covered my body.

An elderly woman from a nearby store slowly approached. Oh, sweetheart... she said gently as she removed her cardigan and wrapped it around my shoulders. You're safe now. Everything's alright.

Safe.

Was I?

I didn't even know what that word meant anymore.

With her help, I somehow made it back to the Partridge estate.

The familiar gates came into view.

The place I'd once called home... Now it felt colder than any prison.

I took one more step but everything around me started spinning.

The last bit of strength left my body, and darkness swallowed me after I collapsed right in front of the gates of the Partridge estate.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the same luxurious bedroom that had started feeling more like a prison.

Jerome was sitting beside my bed. The moment he saw my eyes open, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Lori... He reached for my hand. What happened today... I'm sorry. I didn't handle it well. His brows pulled together as he looked at me. The situation got out of control so fast. Vivi was terrified and completely panicked, so I had to get her somewhere safe first. But the second I knew she was safe, I sent my men back for you. I swear I did. I would've never left you there on purpose, so... please don't hate me.

I quietly looked at his face.

Another excuse.

Another lie.

He didn't save Vivienne first because she was in greater danger. He saved her because she mattered more.

It was really that simple.

Everything else, every explanation, every apology, every promise, was only there to hide the truth.

The truth was that if he had to choose between us...

He'd always choose her.

My chest hurt so much I thought I might break apart. Anger, grief, pain, and disappointment mixed together until I couldn't even tell which emotion was stronger anymore.

In the end, I smiled. A small, broken smile.

Tears quietly slipped down the sides of my face.

You don't have to explain anything, I whispered. My voice barely sounded like mine anymore. I understand. I really do.

Jerome froze.

It was almost like he'd expected me to cry or scream.

Instead... I simply accepted it.

He stared at me for a long moment. Something flickered across his face.

He gently pulled me into his arms.

I'm sorry, he said softly. I've already dealt with everyone involved. Those people who attacked you are gone. They'll never threaten you or anyone else again. His arms tightened around me. I promise you, Lori. I'll never let anyone hurt you again.

I almost laughed.

Anyone? The only person who had ever truly destroyed me... Was him.

Everything I'd suffered. Every scar. Every nightmare. Every tear I'd cried. Every bit of pain...

Started with Jerome.

...

After that day, he seemed determined to make up for everything.

Every morning, expensive gifts filled my room. Rare medicines, designer clothes, jewelry worth millions, fresh flowers. Anything I looked at for more than a second somehow ended up in my hands. He granted almost every wish before I even asked.

The servants whispered that the future Don had become even more obsessed with his wife.

But none of it reached my heart anymore.

I accepted everything quietly.

My heart had already died and nothing could bring it back.

...

A few days later, Donna Anastasia, the wife of one of the most respected mafia dons in the city, hosted an exclusive garden party for the women of every powerful mafia family.

Jerome didn't want me going alone, so even though it was meant to be a gathering for the ladies, he came with me anyway.

The moment we arrived, he slipped his hand around mine. He stayed beside me the entire time. He carried my drink, adjusted my shawl whenever the wind blew, asked if I was tired, if I was hungry, if I wanted to leave.

Everyone watched us.

I swear, Jerome Partridge is the perfect husband.

I've never seen the future Don treat anyone this gently.

Donna Lorelie is so lucky.

They're still so in love after all these years.

Their voices followed me everywhere.

Every compliment felt like another slap across my face.

If only they knew the truth.

If only they knew the man they admired had destroyed his own wife with his own hands.

Then Vivienne arrived.

She walked into the garden with her usual graceful smile. She greeted everyone politely as if she belonged there.

But the moment she heard everyone praising Jerome for loving me, I saw ither eyes slowly turned cold.

Halfway through the party, Donna Anastasia clapped her hands with a smile. I've prepared a little competition for everyone. Since we're all gathered here today, let's make things a little more exciting.

Several bodyguards rolled out a professional shooting range with moving targets.

The winner gets this, Donna Anastasia announced as a velvet box was opened.

The moment I saw what was inside, I stopped breathing.

A white diamond butterfly brooch.

No...

That couldn't be! My hands started shaking.

It was my mother's.

She gave it to me when I was little. Seven years ago, after my mother's private jet crashed, everything she owned disappeared during the investigation. I searched for that brooch for years. I thought it was gone forever.

How did it end up here?

I want to compete, I said before I even realized the words had left my mouth.

Donna Anastasia smiled. Of course. Anyone who wants to join is welcome.

Almost immediately, Vivienne stepped forward. Then I'd like to join too. It wouldn't be fun if Lori competed alone, and I've always wanted another chance to compete against my dear cousin.

The contest began. One by one, the women were eliminated until only Vivienne and I remained.

People started whispering.

Miss Lorelie used to be one of the best shooters among all the mafia heirs.

I remember that. Don Vance trained her himself.

Vivienne's good, but Lori's on another level.

Donna Anastasia smiled. Three rounds. Highest total score wins, so let's see who takes home the brooch.

Vivienne went first.

Bang!

Nine.

Bang!

Nine again.

The crowd applauded as she smiled proudly, clearly pleased with her performance.

Then came her final shot.

Bang!

The moving target shifted at the last second, and she missed completely. A disappointed murmur spread through the crowd.

Eighteen points.

Now it was my turn.

I picked up the pistol, and for the first time in a long while, it felt familiar in my hand. Comforting. I took a slow breath, steadied my grip, and focused on the moving target.

Bang!

Perfect ten.

Bang!

Another perfect ten.

The crowd immediately burst into applause.

I knew it!

Miss Lorelie still hasn't lost her touch.

Looks like the brooch is finally going back to its rightful owner.

I glanced at Vivienne. The smile on her face had vanished, replaced by barely concealed fury.

I slowly raised my pistol for the final shot.

Mom... I'm bringing your brooch home.

I lined up my aim as the moving target crossed my sights.

Just one more shot.

Then a gunshot suddenly echoed through the garden.

Bang!

Something slammed into my chest, and a searing pain ripped through my body. The pistol slipped from my fingers as I staggered backward.

The garden instantly descended into chaos.

Gun!

Protect Donna Anastasia!

Someone's shooting!

My breathing turned ragged when I forced myself to look up. Across the shooting range stood Jerome. His pistol was still raised while smoke curled from the barrel.

Our eyes met.

No No...

Please don't tell me Did you shoot me just so Vivienne could win? Was my mother's last gift worth so little to you?

Or was I?

My knees gave out, and the world slowly faded into darkness.

...

When I opened my eyes again, my chest was wrapped in thick bandages. Every breath hurt, and every heartbeat sent pain through my body.

I turned my head.

Vivienne was sitting beside my bed.

The white diamond butterfly brooch rested in her hand as she slowly turned it between her fingers with a smile.

Oh, Lori, she laughed softly. What a shame. You were so close, so unbelievably close to taking this home. Who would've guessed an assassin would suddenly show up and change everything?

She lifted the brooch closer to my face before tilting her head. You know, when we were kids, you were always better than me. You shot better, fought better, people liked you more, and even Linux only had eyes for you.

She shrugged as if none of it mattered.

But ever since you were kidnapped seven years ago, you've been losing everything. Linux, your babies, your husband, and now... She smiled as she raised the butterfly brooch. Even this belongs to me. Don't you think it's funny? Sometimes it almost feels like God has been helping me all along.

I slowly closed my eyes.

God?

No.

It wasn't God. It was Jerome.

Get out.

My voice was barely above a whisper, but every word was filled with hatred.

Vivienne only laughed. Oh? Someone's angry. Come on, Lori, don't be like that. I haven't even given you my gift yet.

She clapped her hands, and a maid immediately walked into the room, struggling to push in a large cart covered with a white cloth. Something underneath kept moving.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Vivienne smiled brightly. I've recently been donating rescued animals to different shelters, and I thought I'd let you see them before they're sent away. They're all so small and helpless. I'm sure you'll find them adorable.

She slowly pulled away the cloth.

Dozens of cages that filled with rats.

The moment I saw them, my blood ran cold.

Tiny black eyes. Long pink tails.

Sharp scratching sounds echoed through the room.

Squeak.

Squeak.

Squeak.

My breathing stopped.

No... No... Please...

Not again!

Seven years ago, during those three days I was kidnapped, they locked me inside an abandoned warehouse. There were hundreds of rats. They crawled over my feet, my legs, my body. I screamed until my voice disappeared.

Ever since then, I couldn't even look at one without panicking.

Vivienne knew that.

Which meant... She brought them here on purpose.

I d-don't want them here, I said, my voice trembling. T-take them away. Right now.

Vivienne blinked innocently. But why? They're harmless. I'm only keeping them until the rescue center picks them up tomorrow. I thought seeing something so small and helpless might cheer you up after everything you've been through.

Cheer me up?

She was trying to destroy me!

Take them away!

I tried to get out of bed despite the pain in my chest. My hands shook so badly that I almost fell.

Vivienne quickly grabbed my arm. Lori, calm down. You're overreacting. They're locked inside cages. They can't hurt you.

Don't touch me!

I shoved her away and she stumbled back dramatically.

One of the cages tipped over and crashed onto the floor. Several rats escaped. They scattered across the room.

I screamed.

Every horrible memory came rushing back.

Then the bedroom door opened.

Jerome walked in.

His eyes immediately landed on the overturned cage.

What happened? he asked as he looked around the room. Why are there rats everywhere?

Before I could speak, Vivienne lowered her head. Jerome... I only wanted to help. I rescued these poor little animals and planned to donate them tomorrow. I thought Lori had been sad lately, so I wanted to show her something meaningful. Maybe it'd remind her that even abandoned lives deserve kindness.

She sniffled before looking at the broken cage. But she suddenly got angry and pushed everything over. I know she didn't mean it, but now some of them have escaped.

Jerome turned toward me.

His expression was filled with disappointment.

Lori... His voice was tired. She was only trying to do something kind. Even if you didn't like it, you shouldn't have reacted this way.

I slowly looked at him.

Kind?

Was this kindness?

I laughed bitterly.

You know I'm terrified of rats, I said, my voice cracking. You know what happened to me during those three days. You know why I can't even look at them, so how can you stand there and call this kindness?

His eyes shifted away for just a second.

Vivienne spoke again. I know she didn't mean to break the cages, and I don't want to make a big deal out of this. But these animals are under my protection until they're transferred tomorrow.

She looked at Jerome before smiling gently. Maybe Lori should spend the night taking care of them. It'll teach her to stay calm before acting so impulsively, and she'll understand that these little animals aren't as frightening as she thinks.

My eyes widened.

No. No. She couldn't be serious!

I immediately looked at Jerome.

He knows.

He knows this will destroy me.

He'll stop this.

Right?

Jerome stayed silent for a long moment before finally looking at me.

Lori... he said quietly. I know you're afraid, and I know this isn't easy for you. But you damaged something that didn't belong to you. Spend one night with them, bear with it, and it'll be over before you know it. I'll have guards stationed outside the entire time. You'll be safe.

I stared at him.

He knew.

He knew exactly what those rats would do to me.

He knew I'd spent years waking up screaming because of them.

He knew.

And he still agreed.

Jerome... My entire body shook. You can't do this. You know I can't. I'll lose my mind if you lock me in there with them.

For just a second, something flashed across his face.

Guilt, but it disappeared.

This is my decision, he said before turning toward the guards. Lock Lorelie in the storage room with the cages. No one opens that door until morning, no matter what happens.

Yes, Boss.

Vivienne lowered her head to hide her smile.

The guards grabbed my arms.

No! I struggled desperately. Jerome, please... don't do this to me. I'm begging you. Please don't make me go back to that nightmare!

He never answered.

He simply turned around.

Vivienne walked beside him with a satisfied smile and the door closed behind them.

A second later...

I heard the lock click.

Around me, dozens of rats scratched against their cages.

Squeak.

Scratch.

Squeak.

I wrapped my arms around myself as my entire body trembled uncontrollably. Before the first rat even reached me, tears were already streaming down my face.

The nightmare had begun all over again.

Right after Jerome left, the guards wheeled in more cages.

One after another.

Soon there were dozens of them surrounding me.

The room filled with scratching, squeaking, and the constant rattling of metal cages. The sounds echoed from every corner until I couldn't tell where they were coming from anymore.

No... I backed against the wall, hugging my knees tightly. Please... take them away. Please, I don't want them here.

Nobody listened.

The door slammed shut.

Then I heard the lock click.

I was alone.

Again.

The rats kept scratching against the cages. Some climbed the metal bars, some fought each other, and some simply stared at me with their tiny black eyes. Every sound dragged me back to that abandoned warehouse.

Back to those three days.

The darkness.

The stench.

The sound of tiny claws scraping across the concrete floor.

I could hear their laughter all over again.

Look at her shaking!

One of the kidnappers laughed as he kicked another cage toward me. The great mafia princess is crying over a few little rats. I thought you'd be braver than this.

Another man burst into laughter.

She's terrified. Open another cage. Let's see how long before she completely loses her mind.

No... I sobbed, pressing myself against the cold wall. Please... don't... I'll do anything you want. Please take them away.

Anything? one of them mocked with a grin. Then crawl over here and beg like a dog.

The room erupted with laughter.

I shook my head so hard it hurt.

Please... My voice was already hoarse from screaming. Please... I'm begging you...

Instead of answering, one of them kicked over another cage.

The metal door sprang open.

Dozens of rats poured onto the floor.

I screamed as they rushed in every direction.

Some brushed against my feet.

Some climbed onto my legs.

I curled into myself, crying so hard I couldn't breathe.

Get them off me! I screamed. Please! Please, get them off!

Their laughter only grew louder.

Listen to her.

She sounds like she's dying.

Maybe we should leave her here another day. Let's see if the rats finish her off before we come back.

Their voices echoed inside my head until I couldn't tell whether I was remembering them...

Or hearing them all over again.

I couldn't breathe. I covered my ears, but it didn't help.

I still heard them. I still imagined tiny claws crawling across my skin.

I screamed until my throat burned. I cried until there were no tears left, and every minute felt like another hour.

I honestly thought I was going to die in that room.

...

The next morning, the door finally opened.

I was curled up on the floor.

I hadn't slept.

I couldn't stop shaking.

My eyes were swollen from crying, and I flinched the moment I heard another squeak.

Jerome froze when he saw me.

Lori... His face immediately changed as he rushed toward me and carefully picked me up. His arms tightened around me as though he was afraid I'd fall apart. I'm sorry. I didn't know it would be this bad. If I'd known, I never would've let this happen.

He carried me back to my bedroom and immediately called the family's private doctor. The doctor gave me medicine to calm me down, but nothing could calm the fear inside me.

Jerome never left my bedside.

He kept apologizing over and over.

Lori... this is my fault, he said as he gently held my trembling hand. I thought it would only be one night. I only wanted to give Vivi an answer so she'd stop making a fuss. I never imagined you'd react like this. I'm sorry... I'm really sorry.

I quietly stared at the ceiling.

Another apology.

Another excuse.

Another lie.

How many more was I supposed to hear before this nightmare finally ended?

To make it up to me, Jerome canceled all of his meetings. He ignored calls from the executives at Partridge Consolidated and even pushed his responsibilities onto the family's captains and capos.

He insisted on taking me shopping.

Maybe getting out for a while will make you feel better, he said gently. You've been trapped inside this house for days. Let's go out together. Maybe a change of scenery will help.

I wanted to refuse.

Then I suddenly remembered.

Today...

Was the ninth day.

The fake death medicine.

It would take effect today.

A small smile almost appeared on my lips.

That's fine.

If fate wanted today to be the end...

Then let Jerome watch me die with his own eyes.

...

The streets were crowded.

Jerome stayed beside me the entire time. Every time I looked at something in a store window, he bought it without asking. Designer bags, jewelry, luxury watches... anything.

Money had never meant anything to the future Don of the Partridge family.

But none of it mattered anymore.

Then...

We ran into Vivienne again.

What a coincidence! she said with a bright smile. It's been forever since the three of us spent time together. Maybe this is fate giving us a chance to get along again.

Without waiting for permission, she linked her arm through mine.

I immediately pulled away.

Don't touch me, I said coldly. I have nothing to say to you, so stay away from me.

She laughed softly.

Oh, come on, Lori. We're cousins. Are you really going to stay angry forever? I was only trying to be friendly.

She grabbed my arm again.

I shoved her away.

She grabbed me again.

We struggled for a second.

Then suddenly...

We stumbled forward.

Straight into a security convoy.

Black luxury SUVs came to a screeching stop.

Bodyguards instantly surrounded the area.

What the hell happened?

Protect Don Colorado!

The entire street erupted into chaos. One SUV had swerved so suddenly that it nearly crashed into another vehicle.

Jerome reacted immediately.

He rushed forward and helped steady the door as Don Colorado Partridge stepped out.

The elderly Don frowned deeply.

His sharp eyes swept across everyone.

The head of security spoke first.

Who caused this?

Vivienne immediately dropped to her knees.

Her face turned pale.

Grandfather... Her voice trembled as tears filled her eyes. I'm so sorry. Lori lost her balance and accidentally bumped into me. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't stop her before we stumbled into the convoy.

I stared at her.

She was blaming me.

Again.

I quickly knelt down too.

Grandfather... I shook my head. That's not what happened. Vivienne kept pulling me even after I told her to stop. I was only trying to get away from her.

Before I could finish, Don Colorado raised one hand.

Enough, he said coldly before turning toward Jerome. You were standing here the entire time, and you saw everything with your own eyes. So tell me... who caused this?

The entire street fell silent. Every pair of eyes turned toward Jerome.

Including mine.

Jerome stayed silent.

His eyes moved from me to Vivienne, then back to me again. For one brief moment, I wondered if he would finally tell the truth. Would he finally choose me... just this once?

He lowered his head before speaking. Grandfather, it was my wife. Lorelie acted carelessly and caused the disturbance, and this is my failure as her husband. If punishment is necessary, then I'll accept whatever decision you make on her behalf. I only ask that you allow me to take responsibility for failing to guide her properly.

Everything around me went silent.

I couldn't hear anything anymore. It felt like the whole world had disappeared as I slowly looked at Jerome, the man I'd loved for seven years, the man who had lied to me for seven years. Then I laughed, a quiet, empty, broken laugh. I should've known. Why was I still hoping?

Don Colorado's expression darkened as he looked at me. As the future Donna of the Partridge family, you should know better than anyone how to conduct yourself. You disrupted my convoy, endangered everyone around me, and embarrassed this family in public. Since you've forgotten your place, you'll be punished.

He turned toward the guards. Take her away.

Two guards immediately grabbed my arms.

Vivienne suddenly rushed over and wrapped her arms around me as if she were comforting me. Tears filled her eyes as she cried loudly, Grandfather... please don't be too angry with Lori. She didn't mean it. She's still grieving after losing her baby, so she hasn't been herself lately.

She tightened her embrace, then leaned close enough that only I could hear her.

You lost again, cousin, she whispered with a smile hidden against my shoulder. Jerome chose me without even thinking. Oh... let me tell you another secret. Jerome and I have been having an affair for a long time. Every time he leaves you, he comes to me instead. He has never stopped loving me.

A soft laugh escaped her lips.

You'll never win against me.

She finally stepped back, wiping away fake tears before anyone could notice the satisfaction in her eyes.

Jerome suddenly stepped forward. Grandfather, she's already been through a lot these past few days. If possible, please let today's punishment end once she's learned her lesson. I promise this won't happen again.

Before Don Colorado could respond, the old consigliere quietly leaned toward Jerome. Young Don, don't worry. We know how much you care about Donna Lorelie. This punishment is only for appearances. We'll stop before it becomes serious, then you can take her home yourself.

Jerome's shoulders slowly relaxed. He nodded before looking at me. Lori, just bear with it for a little while. It won't last long, and I'll come get you as soon as it's over. Trust me one more time.

I smiled.

A sad, hopeless smile.

Come get me?

No, Jerome. You won't.

Today is the ninth day.

The medicine will finally work.

By the time you come for me... I'll already be dead.

Then maybe, for the rest of your life, you'll remember that every wound on my body, every scar, every nightmare, and every step that led me to death... started with you.

The guards dragged me into the punishment yard. The afternoon sun hung directly above us, its heat almost unbearable. Broken glass had already been scattered across the concrete.

Make her kneel, one of the guards ordered.

They forced me onto my knees. Sharp pieces of glass dug into my skin immediately, and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Every slight movement drove the shards deeper into my flesh while the burning pavement beneath me made the pain even worse.

Minutes passed beneath the scorching sun. Sweat soaked my clothes as blood slowly spread beneath my knees. My vision blurred until I finally collapsed forward.

Someone sighed.

Then a whip cracked across my back.

Get up, a guard ordered. You're not allowed to faint before your punishment is finished.

Another lash struck before they yanked me upright again. I remained kneeling on the broken glass while the whip tore across my back again and again. Every time darkness tried to pull me under, another strike forced me awake. Time lost all meaning. I stopped counting. I stopped crying. I stopped begging.

There wasn't anything left inside me.

Only emptiness.

Only silence.

Then my chest suddenly tightened.

I couldn't breathe.

It felt like an invisible hand had wrapped itself around my heart.

The fake death medicine.

It was finally working.

So this is it.

My body slowly went limp as the voices around me drifted farther and farther away. I closed my eyes, and for the first time in seven years...

Everything became quiet.

Boss... Miss Lorelie isn't breathing. I can't find a pulse either. I think... I think something's terribly wrong.