When She Left, the Mafia Empire Fell

This was my eighteenth wedding to Don Luca Rossano.

This time,my parents and my fiance left with my adopted sister again.

My parents only called me.Their voices were impatient.

""Vera's stomach is acting up again.We're taking her to the hospital.The wedding is canceled.Handle it yourself.""

My bridesmaid,Vivian,my best friend since childhood,questioned me with disgust.

""Do you really think your wedding matters more than Vera's health?She was in so much pain she almost passed out,and you still didn't want us to take care of her.When did you become this vicious?""

As for my fiance,Luca,he did not even bother to call.

He only sent one text:The wedding is canceled.We'll talk next time.

I stared at those few words over and over.

He had brushed me off with the same line eighteen times.

A cold laugh slipped from my lips.

Only then did I realize I felt nothing at all.

Eighteen times.

Enough.

I no longer wanted to beg people who had already made their choice.