To have to suffer such torment even after my death, perhaps it was karma for killing so many people while I lived.

I hovered beside Matteo, my translucent fingers shaking as I reached out to touch that tiny bone.

My baby…

This was the first time I was seeing him.

I hadn't cried when Isabella tortured me to death before dumping my body in the abandoned mine. Even when I witnessed someone cutting open my body, I hadn't cried.

Yet now, I couldn't help the tears from falling as I wailed in grief.

If the betrayal two years ago hadn't happened, this child would already be running around on small, stubby legs, waving his hands around while yelling "Papa" and "Mama". He would be the most treasured and revered Principe, the heir of the Costa family.

Now, however, he was nothing but shattered bones rotting in the musty ground.

Staring at the tiny bone, Matteo ordered icily, "Run a DNA test and find out who the deceased was."

Oh, Matteo…

If he had scrutinized my body even a little more thoroughly, he would've noticed the ring on my finger, its metal bent and blackened.

Back when he first put the ring on me, he had promised that no one would be able to harm me for as long as he lived.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

After accepting the test samples, Paolo asked off-handedly, "How long has she been dead?"

Matteo, who had been flipping through a report, paused in his motion. Before the coroner could answer Paolo, he asked, "How long has it been since that traitor, Francesca, disappeared?"

Upon hearing my name, Paolo was momentarily surprised before he gnashed his teeth. "Two years. Don Costa, have you forgotten? After she betrayed the family and ran off, you publicly renounced her and even issued a kill-on-sight order!"

He had publicly renounced me and even issued a kill-on-sight order? I was half the reason the Costa family was what it was now, an empire built on all the blood I had spilled over the years! Matteo clearly knew that!

How could I possibly betray the family?

Yet, because of Isabella, he had me pinned to the pillar of shame for the past two years?

"Don Costa? Why did you suddenly think of her?" Paolo took in the dark expression on Matteo's face, then glanced at my body. "Back then, she betrayed the family and caused the death of so many of our men. She even nearly killed Ms. Rossi. Why would you still think of a traitor like her?"

Matteo gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I have no idea either. Probably because this person also died two years ago. I'll leave the rest to you all. I have to get back as Bella is still waiting for me."

When Matteo left, my spirit was forced to follow him.

The moment we entered the manor, I realized that the house I had personally decorated had long since changed. Not only was the decor different, but the wedding photo of Matteo and me that had been mounted on the wall had been replaced by one of him and Isabella.

"Matteo, you're back!"

Upon hearing the noise of Matteo's return, Isabella appeared and threw herself into his arms.

Matteo deftly caught her, winding his arms around her waist as he stooped down to press a kiss on her forehead.

They were a match made in heaven indeed.

Such sweet intimacy stopped being mine ever since Isabella stepped into our lives.

Matteo swept her off her feet and into his arms, his eyes inadvertently landing on the faint scar marring her leg.

I watched as disgust flashed across his face before it was swiftly replaced by deep pity and heartache.

"Does your leg still hurt?" Setting her down on the couch, Matteo rested a hand gently on her left calf.

Isabella's eyes instantly reddened. She bit down on her lower lip and shook her head. "No… As long as I can stay by your side, this little bit of pain is nothing."

Matteo's gaze shone with heartache as he began lightly massaging her leg. "Two years ago, that crazy bitch Francesca broke your leg to stop you from notifying us about her actions. Now you ache every time it rains or is humid. I promise I'll get revenge for you one day!"

His last sentence was dripping with hate and resentment.

Floating nearby, I screamed at him, "It wasn't me! I never hurt her! She was the one who broke her leg herself! It's all a ploy! Matteo, are you an idiot? How could you pin this crime on me, just like that?"

Yet, my furious yells landed on deaf ears as my voice dissipated into the void.

Ever since Isabella came into our lives, the trust between Matteo and me became thinner than paper.

Once upon a time, I had thought my relationship with Matteo to be unshakable, unbreakable. After all, our feelings for each other had been built on a foundation of spilled blood and sacrifices.

I once took a stab meant for him, even went to jail for his sake. The others used to say I was even more courageous and tougher than any man, and that I was the soul of the Costa family.

I used to think that we would always be together, that I would stand by his side, shoulder to shoulder, as we fought for our future.

That was, until Isabella arrived in our lives three years ago.

That was the first I had ever heard of this childhood friend of Matteo's.

From then on, Matteo changed.

He began to grow disdainful of me, claiming I wasn't gentle enough, that I only knew how to fight and kill, that I always used my past contributions to walk all over him.

In fact, when I confronted him about his relationship with Isabella, he had impatiently retorted, "Francesca, can you stop being so petty? I only see Bella as a younger sister. As someone older and the Don's wife, can't you be more magnanimous?"

Younger sister, my ass!

What sort of older brother would leave his wife, who was recovering from surgery, alone at the hospital while he went off to celebrate his younger sister's birthday?

What sort of older brother would immediately abandon his wife on their wedding anniversary, all because his younger sister called to say she was afraid of thunder and needed his company?

The icing on the cake was when someone actually addressed Isabella as "Second Donna". Not only did Matteo not correct them, but he even smiled, his silence as good as an admission.

The night we decided on our wedding date, I happened to see his chat with Isabella.

Isabella had asked, "If I had been back earlier, would you have married Francesca or me?"

Matteo's reply was, "You. You're the only woman I love, the one I want to marry. As for Francesca… she's more like a brother to me, a responsibility."

As it turned out, I was nothing more than a responsibility, while Isabella was his one true love.

Yet, how had it never occurred to him that she was nothing but a useless woman?

If it weren't for me, Matteo would've died countless times before. The Costa family might not even exist anymore!

That day, we had a huge fight.

He leveled such a cold stare on me as he said, "Francesca Marino, could you stop bringing up your contributions and achievements for one second? Even without you, I could've brought the Costa family to glory! If you dare harm even a hair on Bella's head, I'll definitely not let you go!"

That was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The next day, I gathered all the necessary documents, feeling utterly disheartened. I planned on requesting a divorce at the family meeting, even though I had only just discovered that I was pregnant.

Unfortunately, I never arrived at the venue.

Isabella had conspired with our enemies, causing the family to suffer significant losses. As a result, Matteo had to cancel the meeting at the last minute to salvage the situation.

I was halfway there when Isabella intercepted me.

"Do you think that being pregnant will prevent me from taking your place? Dream on!"

She first knocked me unconscious with a drug, then, worried that I would retaliate after I regained consciousness, she used a sledgehammer to shatter the bones of all four of my limbs.

Following that, jealousy and hate drove her to smash my stomach, over and over again. At last, she caved the back of my head in with a hard swing of the hammer before tossing me into the mine like a piece of trash.

"Matteo refused to marry me, all because you refused to give up your spot, so you only have yourself to blame for this! And you even got pregnant? In that case, you can't fault me for being ruthless! Only with you dead can I get what I want!"

After cleaning up the crime scene, she broke her own leg before stumbling back and putting on a show. She pinned the crime of colluding with enemies on me, claiming that she had realized something was wrong and went to stop me, only for me to attempt to silence her. Her broken leg became undeniable proof of this.

Not only had Matteo believed her, but everyone else had, too.

Back in the present, I glared furiously at Isabella, the urge to rip her apart with my bare hands surging through me.

What right did she have? How was it that the killer who murdered me and my child could live such a happy, blissful life after my death? Not only had she stolen my man from me, but she was even enjoying the riches that should've been mine! Everything she had now had been gained from my death!

Reaching out a finger, Isabella drew circles on Matteo's chest as she asked shyly, "Matteo, after tomorrow's wedding, I'll be able to officially call you my husband, right?"

Matteo snatched her hand up to press a kiss to it. "Of course. You'll become the new Donna of the Costa family. As for Francesca, she'd better be dead out there somewhere in a ditch. Even if she isn't, she'd better not dare to come back. If she did, I'll cut her up into pieces to take revenge for you."

A bitter laugh left my lips when I heard that.

I thought, "Matteo, you have already cut me up. The body you had the coroner examine earlier was me!"

After that, as though a string tethered me to him, I was forced to remain by Matteo—forced to watch as he slept with Isabella, tried on their wedding attire, and discussed the details of the ceremony.

It was only then that I discovered that the cold and aloof Matteo I had known could actually be so gentle and thoughtful.

Back when we got married, the Costa family was still relatively weak, so we had only set up a simple feast at home. I hadn't even received a ring.

At the time, I had asked him, "Could we have a wedding ceremony in the future? I want to wear a wedding dress."

He had furrowed his brow as he extinguished his cigar. "Francesca, we live on a knife's edge, and surviving to see another day is already a blessing. Why bother with all that pointless nonsense? Don't let yourself be taken by such pretentious and fanciful thinking."

As it turned out, it wasn't that he couldn't give me a ceremony—he just didn't want to do it for me. He didn't think I was worthy of the effort.

…

On the day of the wedding, the Costa manor was so bright it seemed a thousand suns were illuminating it. Luxury cars crowded the venue, some even parked all the way to the middle of the mountain.

Matteo was dressed in a pure-white suit, his arm wrapped around Isabella, who wore a million-dollar designer wedding gown. They were greeting the guests who came and accepting the congratulations from all the city's elites.

It was a stark contrast to my wedding, where only a few MadeMans had toasted me in congratulations.

Those same MadeMans—the ones who had gone through hell and high water with me, and the ones who claimed that they would only ever accept me as the Donna—were now all smiles as they addressed Isabella as the Donna.

"Congratulations, Don! Congratulations, Donna!"

Luciano Rinaldi raised his glass in a toast as he added sincerely, "You two really are a perfect match for each other!"

Luciano used to be my right-hand man. Years ago, I was nearly stabbed to death when trying to save him.

Isabella's lips curved into a shy smile. "Grazie, Luciano, but I'm with child, so I can't drink."

"That is truly the greatest blessing for the Costa family!" Luciano's eyes shone with even more respect. "Indeed, only you are worthy of being the Donna of the Costa family. Unlike that crude Francesca, who monopolized the position for so many years yet couldn't even perform the most basic duty—to carry on the lineage.

"What an embarrassment to the family she was!"

Everyone else raised their glasses in fervent agreement.

Isabella smiled, her hand coming up to caress her abdomen.

However, I was utterly dumbfounded at this news.

Isabella was pregnant? That meant the Costa family had a new heir.

I hovered there, watching as they chatted and smiled. I took in the absolute delight on Matteo's face at being a father, yet all I could think of was my own child, of the pitifully small bones that had been crushed and left to rot in the dirt.

"Since the Donna can't drink, you should drink on her behalf, Don Costa!"

Drunk off the alcohol, Luciano couldn't stop congratulating my ex-husband and my murderer before he went off on another tirade.

"Don Costa, forgive my impudence, but it's been two years since that traitor Francesca disappeared. It's about time to capture her and drag her back here! Once we have her, I'll personally punish her, let her have a taste of all the torture methods at our disposal! This shall be my wedding gift to our new Donna!"

The crowd nodded and roared in furious agreement.

"Si! However, even putting her through all that torture isn't enough to wash away her sins!"

Matteo smirked, his silence leaving me breathless with the pain of my heart breaking.

Isabella waved her hand, feigning magnanimity, yet her eyes shone with a triumphant gleam. "Forget it, Luciano. Today is a blessed day, so let's not bring up Francesca… Maybe she has her reasons."

Hearing that, Luciano scoffed and sneered, "What reasons could she possibly have? She's nothing but a greedy and wicked woman! Your kindness knows no bounds, Donna. If it had been anyone else, they would've hated her and cursed her to the depths of hell after what she did!"

An adoring expression painted Matteo's face as he stroked Isabella's hair gently. "Alright, let's not talk about that traitor anymore. It'll just bring bad luck. In a way, her leaving was one of the best things to happen to me. Otherwise, how could I have been able to marry such a wonderful wife as you?"