Chapter 3

The next day, I became the internet’s favorite joke.

My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating, notifications flooding the screen.

Open any social media app, and the trending page was filled with photos and videos of me collapsing at the gates of the estate like a crippled stray dog.

Just like that nightmare livestream, it kept slicing into me again and again.

The comments were filthier than the last:

“My god, look at Dante Vittorio’s wife losing her mind at her own gate yesterday! Crawling like a damn dog!”

“What kind of karma did Dante Vittorio rack up in his past life to marry a crazy bitch?”

“She got gang-raped and still has the nerve to go outside? PTSD my ass. She’s just a slut who likes being treated rough. Bet she loved that dark web livestream.”

“Exactly! Look at how she crawled yesterday, girl definitely discovered a new fetish. Public exhibitionist.”

Dante was afraid I hadn’t seen them.

So he sat beside my bed with his phone and newspapers, reading every single one out loud.

Slowly.

Like each word broke his heart.

But beneath his lowered lashes, I could clearly see the faint glint of something close to pleasure.

“Fuck, those bastards deserve to burn in hell.”

After reading them, he tore the newspaper into pieces.

“Alicia, I swear I’ll make them pay. These rumors will disappear today.”

Disappear?

All I saw was the trend dying down for a moment… then getting pushed right back up again.

Spreading like a virus.

My heart went cold.

I was about to tell Dante to leave when the hospital room door burst open.

Valentina rushed in like a whirlwind soaked in heavy perfume, lunging to my bedside and grabbing my bandaged wrist.

Her nails dug into the flesh beneath the gauze.

“Alicia! I heard what happened and I nearly died from worry! Are you okay?”

The pain shot through my arm instantly, cold sweat breaking across my back.

I stared at her carefully made-up face.

“If you don’t let go, I’ll be a lot worse.”

She jerked her hand back like she’d been burned.

When she turned to Dante, her face was already filled with helpless guilt.

“Dante, I didn’t mean to… I was just so worried…”

Dante immediately frowned at me.

“Alicia, Valentina cares about you. Your hostility is unnecessary.”

See?

He was always like this.

I didn’t bother arguing anymore and signaled the nurse to wheel me into the inner room.

The medication and exhaustion dragged me into a haze.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, muffled sounds came from the living room outside.

“My baby, you’re so damn wet inside. Do you like how I fuck you?”

That voice…

Dante?

The moment I pushed the bedroom door open, nausea slammed into my stomach.

Dante was right there.

On the expensive Italian leather sofa we picked together.

Pinning Valentina deep into the cushions.

Her dress shoved up to her chest, breasts being pulled and squeezed in his hands, black lace panties ripped aside, her bare legs forced wide open while her high heels dangled off her toes, swinging violently with every thrust.

Valentina’s mouth was being worked open by Dante’s fingers, her face flushed with pleasure.

“Mmm… slower… Dante… not here…” she gasped.

“Stop… you’re my sister’s husband… I just want to be your secret mistress…”

Yes.

My husband’s beloved secret mistress…

Was the little sister I had protected my entire life.

They betrayed me together.

“She won’t be anything soon.”

Dante didn’t even look up, his hips slamming harder and faster, pleasure written all over his face.

“No… stop…”

Valentina shook her head, strands of sweaty blonde hair sticking to her cheek, eyes glazed, yet her hands clutched tighter around his back.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw me.

And gave me a smug look.

“My sister won’t be able to take it… she’ll completely lose her mind…”

“Your sister won’t be able to handle this… she’ll finally go insane…”

“She’ll have nothing.”

Dante drove down hard again, making Valentina cry out before he crushed her mouth with a punishing kiss.

“No home. No money. No title. She won’t even have the right to go crazy. Got that, baby?”

“Everything I’m doing is so you can stand beside me in the open, under the sun, as my one and only Mrs. Vittorio.”

The last bit of fake resistance disappeared from Valentina’s face.

Only excitement and lust remained.

She wrapped her arms around his neck like vines, pulling him closer, opening herself completely, moaning:

“Then fill my womb with your cum, my Don. Fuck me harder.”

The sofa creaked violently under them.

They were less than ten steps away from me.

Bright lights.

Sweat.

Breath.

Bodies slamming together.

That disgusting smell thick in the air.

And just this morning, this same man kissed my forehead and told me he loved me.

Now he was inside my sister the same way he had once been inside me.

After destroying me.

After killing my children.

My stomach twisted violently.

The images, the pain, the nausea — all rushed up at once.

I lunged toward the bed and vomited into the trash can.