Don’s Frenzy of Regret After Her Death

All because he believed I pushed Elena down the stairs out of jealousy.

Six months ago, a rival family drugged Alexander. Elena saved him and got pregnant. Her family disowned her for it.

"Ivy, why can't you just let her be?" Alexander choked me, disappointment and rage in his eyes. "She saved my life! I promised to send her away. Why be so vicious to an unborn child? If anything happens to them, I'll bury you with them."

I didn't argue. I just planned an explosion.

But when I vanished, the high-and-mighty Don went mad.

In the Italian underworld, everyone knew Alexander was a cruel Don, but he gave all his tenderness to me.

However, the day after our wedding, he stripped me of my dignity as the Donna .

He was convinced I pushed his pregnant mistress, Elena, down the stairs out of jealousy.

Six months ago, Alexander was drugged by a rival family. Elena appeared, saved him, and got pregnant.

That night, she took a bullet for him during the retreat and almost lost the baby.

Her family considered her a disgrace and kicked her out; her fiancé called off their engagement.

Alexander felt guilty toward Elena, but he loved me.

To reassure me, he swore he would give Elena a large sum of money and send her to Switzerland, never to appear before us again.

"Ivy, why can't you tolerate her?" Alexander choked me, his eyes full of disappointment and rage. "She saved my life! I already promised to send her away. Why are you so vicious to an unborn child?!"

Elena lay in the hospital bed, pale as a sheet. "Alex, don't blame Ivy... She didn't mean it. She was probably just upset about staying in the maid's room and scrubbing the floors, so she pushed me... It's my fault for being spoiled. I'll move to the maid's room right now."

That ignited Alexander's fury.

To punish me, Alexander gave my room to Elena for her recovery. I was thrown into a damp, dark maid's room and ordered to scrub the entire manor's hallway floors on my knees.

By the end of the day, my knees were swollen and in agonizing pain.

Late at night, the door was pushed open.

Alexander walked in. He looked exhausted.

He sat on the edge of the bed. Without a word, he reached out to pull up the hem of my skirt.

"Don't touch me!" I shrank back, struggling to kick him away. "Alexander, are you crazy? Go find Elena!"

"Stop moving," he commanded, his voice low and hoarse. He easily suppressed my struggling legs with one strong hand and forcibly lifted my skirt up to my thighs.

My knees were exposed to the dim light—they were hideous, red, swollen.

Alexander's movement paused. The cold hardness in his eyes instantly cracked, replaced by a flash of heartache.

He opened a jar of premium ointment he had brought with him. He scooped out a generous amount and applied it to my