On our wedding night,Damian Moretti climbed off me. He tossed the used condom into the trash and gave a cold laugh. "Before the wedding,you suddenly asked me to raise the premarital trust to five hundred thousand dollars.I told you the docks were shut down,the family accounts were frozen,and I couldn't get the cash." "I was lying." He opened his phone and pointed to the blue diamond necklace around my friend Lillian's neck in the photo. "She spent one night in my bed.The next day,I had someone take this photo.Five million dollars." Pain cramped through my lower belly.I propped myself up with difficulty and stared at him in disbelief. Damian's voice only grew colder. "Don't think I don't know you only wanted to use this to climb into the Moretti family.Spending one more cent on you makes me feel filthy." After he left,I looked at the death notification from St.Mary's Hospital on my phone. I cried until I could barely breathe. The white wedding dress beneath me slowly turned red with blood. Damian did not know that the five hundred thousand dollars for the premarital trust was actually the money that could have saved my mother's life. On the night of my wedding,I lost the four most important people in my life at once. My only family left in the world.My new husband.The friend I had known for more than ten years. And the child in my belly. ... By the time I reached the hospital,my mother had already been moved to the chapel of rest,her face as pale as the white sheet covering her body. I held her hand as it slowly went cold,kneeling on the floor while tears kept falling. The wedding dress I was wearing was the one Mom had personally helped me choose two days ago. Her greatest wish was to see me get married with her own eyes,to see me be happy. But she still left me on my wedding night,and I did not even make it in time to see her one last time. All she left me was a phone call from the hospital and a death certificate. A transfer notification suddenly popped up on my phone. The next second,Damian called. "The five hundred thousand dollars has been transferred." "But Elena,that's all you're worth." His tone was full of mockery. But in the past,he could not even bear to speak one harsh word to me. A month before the wedding,Mom had suddenly been diagnosed with a serious illness. I sold my apartment,but I was still five hundred thousand dollars short for her treatment. That was the first time I ever asked Damian to lend me money. Even now,I still remember how quickly his expression turned cold. "Something happened with the dock business.I don't have cash either." "Elena Weiss,if you're with me for the Moretti family's money,then get out now." So I worked three jobs a day,raising money for my mother's surgery while helping him fill those so-called cash gaps after his accounts were frozen. I was even afraid of adding to his pressure,so I hid how serious Mom's condition was. But today,he told me it had all been a lie. The docks had not been shut down.He had not truly been forced into a cash-flow crisis. And he had already taken my best friend to his bed. Now,Mom was gone. And I did not want his late five hundred thousand dollars anymore. "No need.I'll send the money back." As soon as the transfer went through,I heard Lillian's coquettish laugh from the other end of the line. "I won!I told you she would definitely return the money." "A bet's a bet.That yacht is mine tonight.And you,Don,are mine too." Soon,the sound of an intimate kiss came through the phone. Then the call was quickly cut off. A violent pain tore through my lower belly again,and cold sweat soon soaked through my clothes. I could not hold myself up and collapsed to the floor. Blood gradually dyed the wedding dress red. Originally,tonight,I had planned to tell Damian the good news that I was pregnant. But before I could say it,he took me roughly. No kisses.No foreplay. At first,I thought it was because the pressure from the family was too much for him. Later,I realized he had only treated me as something to vent on. My vision gradually blurred. I reached weakly toward the direction where Mom lay. But in the end,before I could touch her hand,I lost consciousness completely. When I opened my eyes again,I was already lying on an operating table. With tears streaming down my face,I signed the surgical consent form. After the surgery ended,I was wheeled into a hospital room. In the end,the child could not be saved. Just like my marriage to Damian,it had only been my own expectation. In the end,nothing was left. The anesthesia seemed to have stopped working,and waves of pain surged up from deep in my lower abdomen. Tears soaked into the bedsheet one drop at a time. I thought of how good Damian had once been to me:cooking for me,taking me traveling,smiling countless times as he told me he loved me. In the end,that smiling face twisted into his cold,disgusted one. "Gold digger." That one sentence ended the three years we had loved each other. I stared blankly out the window and suddenly felt that disappearing from this city right now might not be so bad after all. Just then,two girls'admiring voices suddenly reached my ears. "Look,the Moretti godfather bought an entire yacht just to make his Donna happy." "That's not the Donna.I heard the Donna is a gold digger,and he wasn't even home on his wedding night.It was the woman on the yacht who was his true love."
I endured the night alone in the hospital. At dawn the next day,I handled Mom's death certificate and cremation arrangements by myself. By evening,I held Mom's urn in my arms,called a cab,and returned to the Moretti family estate. The pathetic thing was,aside from Damian's so-called home,I had nowhere else to go. The money in my pocket was not even enough for one night at a motel. The cab driver was talkative and kept chatting the whole way. "I drove a big shot this morning.Guess who?Don Moretti." "He and a woman were in the back seat.Their mouths didn't separate the whole ride." His tone was casual. But to me,every word grated. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror.Perhaps he saw how terrible I looked and changed the subject. "Miss,you look awful.Break up with your boyfriend?" "If you ask me,you have to find someone who treats you well.Look at Don Moretti and that woman.So happy." I smiled bitterly. He did not know that the man he was talking about was the husband who had abandoned me on our wedding night. And that woman was the friend I had once trusted most. More than once,Lillian had said she envied me,that I had come from an ordinary background yet could marry Don Moretti. Every time,I explained that I loved Damian for who he was,not for his last name or his money. Back then,I did not understand the jealousy in her eyes.I even thought she was truly happy for me. After she lost her job,I even introduced her to Damian as his personal assistant. I never expected that I was sending her straight into Damian's bed. The ridiculous part was,Lillian had once told me,"I'll keep an eye on Damian for you.If he ever dares to betray you,I'll deal with him for you." And Damian had also made it clear that he did not like Lillian. He said she was too calculating,too hungry for advantage.Unlike me,who was simple and clean. Until the day I asked him to lend me money. Everything changed. At the time,I still did not understand how someone could change his heart overnight. Only now,far too late,did I realize that he had changed long ago. In that case,then so be it. A husband whose heart had changed,a friend who had betrayed me.I wanted neither of them. I returned to the estate,intending to talk to Damian about divorce. But when I pushed open the door,the first thing I saw was Lillian's smug face. She was barefoot,stepping on the wedding photo of Damian and me. When she saw me come in,she deliberately stepped on my face in the photo. "Elena,you're finally back.Damian said he's taking me to Sicily for our honeymoon." "Come help me see which dresses I should choose." My clothes were scattered all over the floor. Among them were several gowns Mom had altered for me herself before she got sick. Holding back my anger,I said,"Those are my clothes." She laughed,picked up the scissors on the table,and walked toward those gowns. "Damian said everything in this house will be mine from now on." "As for you?You're just the maid he bought for me for five hundred thousand dollars." I hurried forward to stop her. But she shoved me hard to the floor. To protect the urn in my arms,my forehead slammed into the corner of the table. Blood quickly began to flow. Just then,footsteps sounded from the staircase. Damian stood on the steps,his voice edged with urgency. "Elena,you're pregnant?" In his hand was the pregnancy diagnosis I had planned to give him as a wedding gift.
The blood on my forehead blurred my vision. Damian strode down,grabbed my arm,and pulled me up from the floor. "Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" "What trick are you trying to play now?" I could not read the tension on his face. I had once imagined that maybe Damian would be happy after learning I was pregnant. Maybe our relationship would get better. But now,none of it mattered anymore. "Damian,let's get divorced." "Elena,say that again." His gaze turned cold in an instant. "Divorce?You dare bring up divorce to me?Is this another scheme to cheat me out of money?" "Go on.How much are you trying to get with the child this time?" "Five hundred thousand?Five million?Or fifty million?" He suddenly clamped his hand around my jaw,hurting me so badly I could not get out a complete sentence. "I'm not...before...I asked you for money...because my mother was seriously ill..." "Damian...I never loved...your money..." Tears fell onto the back of his hand. He paused,then abruptly let go. Just then,Lillian suddenly spoke with a soft little laugh. "Why didn't I ever hear you say Auntie was seriously ill?" "Elena,you wouldn't be making up stories about your own mother just to win Damian back,would you?" I turned to look at her,unable to believe she could lie like that. Before I knew about her and Damian,I had always treated her as my closest friend. She clearly knew my mother was gravely ill,and she knew I was working three jobs a day for medical expenses. But after Damian heard Lillian's words,the slight softness in his expression immediately turned to disgust. "I knew it.A bitch like you will never learn honesty!" The man who once said he would always believe me and protect me now decided I was lying because of a few words from another woman. Suddenly,everything felt absurd. I did not want to explain anymore. I hugged the urn tightly and turned around,wanting to go back to the bedroom and pack my things. But as soon as I turned,Lillian grabbed me. "You even prepared a prop?Your acting is so convincing." Instinctively,I shook off her hand. But the moment I touched her,she screamed and fell backward. "Lillian!" Damian rushed over and shoved me away with the back of his hand. I lost my balance,and the urn slipped from my hands. The porcelain jar crashed onto the floor and shattered. Gray-white ashes spilled everywhere. In that moment,it was as if I saw Mom's face again. I hurriedly reached out to gather them. The broken porcelain cut my palm,and blood mixed with the ashes. I raised my head and shouted at Damian, "Damian,give me back my mother!" Damian's steps faltered. But the moment Lillian moaned,he picked her up without looking back. He passed in front of me with a cold face,his leather shoes stepping through Mom's ashes. "You think I'll still believe your mouthful of lies?" "You want a divorce?Fine." "Pay back every dollar I've spent on you over the years,and I'll sign."
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