"Are you insane?!" Madeline screamed and took a step back, covering her face, her eyes darting around in horror, "Vincenzo! Vincenzo, Amelia hit me."

I did not flinch, staring at her with red eyes.

Vincenzo stood at the door with a cold face and glanced at the battlefield. He had already chosen his side—obviously not on my side.

"What happened?"

"She hit me," Madeline choked, "I just took some beads to make a bracelet, but she went insane!"

Vincenzo looked at me with cold eyes as he scolded, "Those are just a few old beads. Do you have to make a fuss like a madman?"

My throat seemed to be filled with fire as I shouted, "Those are my family's relics!"

He raised his eyebrows, as if listening to a joke and said, "Your family has been dead for three years, you should let it go. Apologize to Madeline now."

"Apologize? She does not deserve it!" I raised my head, my eyes firm, not afraid of his threats at all.

He narrowed his eyes after hearing my answer and asked back as if could not believe what he heard, "What?"

"I said no, do you hear me clearly now? If not, go to the hospital and see an ear doctor!" This time my voice was low and calm.

He took a step closer and lowered his voice as he questioned, "Are you defying me?"

I did not answer with words, just stared at him. Staring at the man who trapped me in this house for three years and trampled on everything I had.

No matter what Madeline said, Vincenzo would only believe her. 

When Madeline had a migraine attack and said that it was me who poisoned her, Vincenzo immediately locked me up for a week without food and drink to punish me.

Madeline sprained her ankle with her high heels and said that I sent someone to spread glass shards on the road she had to pass. Without saying a word, Vincenzo made me walk back and forth barefoot on the glass shards ninety-nine times.

I clenched my fists and whispered, "I want a divorce!"

He laughed. The laugh was slow, as if he heard some ridiculous fantasy.

"You? Want a divorce?" He approached me, his eyes gradually colder as he threatened, "You know you’re mine, Amelia. And what’s mine will always be mine. As long as I don’t say let go, you will stay here forever."

Madeline sighed behind him, crossed her arms and looked like a winner watching a show.

I took a deep breath and calmed down. I was not surprised that Vincenzo disagreed with me.

But I would not argue or quarrel, at least not that moment.

Because I would be leaving in seven days and I could not alert the enemy at that time.

As I turned and left, Madeline laughed triumphantly behind me.

I exhaled softly and covered my belly with my hands.

I had been pregnant for seven months and my belly was already showing, but I still wore a thick sweater to cover my pregnancy tightly.

I hid all the prenatal examination reports and even endured the morning sickness.

I had been cautious, because I knew that if Vincenzo found out, he would never let this child be born.

I remembered that day when I mentioned that I wanted to have a child hesitantly, he just smiled coldly and threatened, "Don't be delusional, I don't want anything to be related to you, not even a drop of blood."

But that night, he was drunk and did not give me the contraceptive reagent after the operation. Just like that, this child came.

I did not tell him, because this child was the only life that gave me hope to live when I was alone that day.

I thought I kept it a secret until the next morning.

Madeline was taking supplements and suddenly her skirt was covered with blood. The family doctor diagnosed it as miscarriage.

Before I could react, Vincenzo threw a stack of drug test reports on my legs.

I picked it up and saw that Mifepristone was detected in the pregnancy-preserving supplements.

I opened my eyes wide, my heart pounding, "This is not me…."

"If it's not you, then who is it?" He pinched my chin, his eyes burning with cold anger as he asked, "You have always been jealous that she is pregnant with my child."

I struggled, but I could not escape his hand.

"Do you think I do not know that you're pregnant too?" He chuckled as he said that, "Before, I did not take your child seriously, thinking it would be okay to strangle him to death after he was born, but now, your child should be buried with Madeline's dead child."

When I woke up, the incandescent light was blindingly bright.

I reached out and touched my abdomen—flat and empty.

I remember kneeling on the ground and hugging Vincenzo's legs tightly to beg, "Please, don't do this. I don't want anything... just this child."

But he was unmoved.

"Your pregnancy was a mistake." He leaned over to look at me, his tone cruel as he stated, "Who are you to have my child?"

I cried desperately, crying until I almost died.

But Vincenzo still forced me to drink the bowl of abortion-stopping medicine with his own hands.

He cut my child out alive, just to bury another woman's fetus. I did not even get to say goodbye properly.

At that moment, I stared at the ceiling blankly and before I could recover, I heard the servants whispering, "Burning the child can avoid nightmares."

"That's right, after all, it's a baby that's almost formed. It's unlucky if it's not handled properly."

I suddenly got up from the bed, the wound hurt so much that I almost could not stand.

I staggered to the garden and saw the servant holding the familiar small wooden box and walking towards the fire from a distance.

"No!" I screamed and rushed over.

But someone stopped me and held my shoulders tightly.

Vincenzo stood by the fire with an indifferent expression.

I cried, grabbed the corner of his clothes and knelt at his feet to plead, "Vincenzo, that's our child! It's so young... It did not do anything wrong."

His eyes were dark and he looked at me for a long time. In the end, he just turned his head and said lightly, "Burn it."

I froze in place, forgetting even to cry.

"No!" I collapsed and rushed over, but was thrown away and fell to the ground.

The flames lit and the small coffin was thrown into the fire.

I lay in front of the ashes and reached out to grab the charred wood. The flesh on my palms rolled up, but it seemed that I had lost the pain.

Vincenzo finally came over, grabbed my burned wrist and roared in a low voice, "Amelia! Are you crazy?!"

I looked up at him, my eyes were empty like dead water, I spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the ground.

When I woke up, there was still no one around me.

I looked at the heavy rain outside the window. It had been seven days. That day should be a good day for me to leave.

I walked out barefoot and wanted to leave. The bodyguard wanted to stop me, but was stopped by the butler.

"The boss said, let her go. Anyway, she has a positioning system installed on her." 

The wind was blowing hard outside, but I did not feel cold.

It took half an hour to drive from the manor to the lighthouse by the sea, but I walked for a full three hours.

It seemed that someone was celebrating a birthday by the sea. Their laughter and joy were so happy, but I just felt it was noisy.

I took the elevator to the top observation deck, which was where Vincenzo proposed to me. He knelt on one knee and said that he would make me the happiest woman.

Thinking about it at that time made me feel really ironic.

I stepped over the guardrail and sat down on the edge of the top of the lighthouse.

At this moment, the door of the emergency passage was kicked open.

"Amelia!" Vincenzo's voice came from behind, terribly hoarse.

I slowly turned around and saw his scarlet eyes. 

This always arrogant mafia boss, at that moment with a disheveled suit, his hair soaked with sweat and his eyes filled with fear I had never seen before.

Would he be afraid?

No, he was just angry. Angry that I was going to get out of his control.

"Do you think you can threaten me with death?" He gritted his teeth, but did not dare to take another step forward and ordered, "Get back here!"

I looked at him calmly, my voice as light as the wind as I responded, "Vincenzo. It should have ended between us a long time ago."

Vincenzo's fists clenched and creaked as he yelled, "No, I’ve never even thought about it!"

His voice trembled as he added, "Your family has not paid me back yet, why do you selfishly want to die?"

I turned my head and continued to look at the night sky as I said, "So, it's not paid back yet. 

"But, for the sake of my love for you for so many years, let me go, okay?"

This sentence made Vincenzo tremble all over. He stared into my eyes and finally realized that I was serious.

"Amelia, you can't die." 

He suddenly knelt down. 

This man who had never bowed to anyone, at that moment had a voice of pleading, "You have not even spent the anniversary of our child's death, how can you die?"

I smiled softly and my smile was full of pain and despair as I questioned, "Vincenzo, do you know? No father in this world will kill his own child with his own hands. 

“Even more, no father will burn his own flesh and blood into ashes."

I thought, if the child had a spirit in heaven, it would definitely not recognize such a father.

Vincenzo's eyes were red and he crawled forward a few steps in embarrassment as he admitted, "It's my fault... I should not have done that. Amelia, please don't jump..."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but he did not dare to touch me, for fear that I would fall.

But I just shook my head and cast my eyes on the brightly lit city under my feet as I stated, "Vincenzo, let's stop here between us."

After saying that, I opened my arms and jumped!