Return My Heart, Keep Your Regret

The next day, I called the number on the card. An hour later, I was taken to a villa on Calpera Island.

I opened the door to the master bedroom on the top floor. The air was thick with cigar smoke.

A man was sitting on the large bed. He was nothing like the men I usually slept with. A hint of aggression flickered in his eyes, yet there was no trace of superiority when he looked at me.

From his words, I only realized who he was later. He was a key member of the Vitale family and Enzo's cousin, Alessandro Vitale. He was ten years older than Enzo and handled the Vitale family's financial business.

As for Camila, I was just a means to test whether Enzo still loved me. She wanted to see if he would lose control when he saw me in a wedding dress and in bed with another Vitale man.

Alessandro's eyes brazenly roamed over my body. "So, it's true. You're really beautiful. No wonder you have those men captivated."

He nodded toward the exquisite black box at the foot of the bed. "Open that box, and put on the dress."

I walked over to the box and calmly lifted the lid. As soon as I saw what was inside, my breath caught in my throat. It was a gift Enzo had given me back then.

On the night I turned 18, I was wearing this wedding dress when Enzo pushed me into a living hell I could never escape from.

Seeing how pale I had become, Alessandro raised an eyebrow. "What now? Is that really too much for you?"

He leaned back with a smirk. "So, are you going to wear it? You can still back out if you like."

Back out?

Forget about wearing the wedding dress. As long as Marco could wake up, I would go to hell and back for him.

Without hesitation, I ripped off my clothes and carelessly tossed them onto the carpet. I reached for the wedding dress, stepped into it, and pulled up the zipper.

Then, I climbed onto the bed and straddled Alessandro, just as I had with any other man before.

However, Alessandro seized the back of my neck with one hand and dragged me toward the large floor-to-ceiling window.

"Babe, doing it on the bed isn't that exciting. Wouldn't it be more thrilling here?"

Alessandro pinned me against the cold glass and ripped off my wedding dress, leaving my partially naked body exposed to the night. Still, I did not protest and even gasped in response.

Suddenly, a screeching sports car engine erupted from downstairs. Still pinned against the glass, I instinctively looked down and saw a Maserati parked in the yard.

Camilla stepped out of the car, her arm linked with Enzo's. She looked up with a smile and pointed at the floor-to-ceiling window where I was.

Enzo looked up where she was pointing.

Under the night lights, everything inside the huge floor-to-ceiling window was laid bare to the outside world, just like the floor-to-ceiling mirror back then.

Through the darkness, Enzo met my gaze. He stared at the wedding dress I was wearing.

At first, he froze, as if rooted to the spot. Shock flickered in his eyes as we held each other's gaze through the glass for a few moments.

Without a word, he flung off Camilla's hand and yanked open the sports car door. He drove off into the night without looking back.