I Don't Love You Anymore, Don Vitaly

The night before my engagement, I saw Leo Vitaly in a naked embrace with my best friend, Sophia, at the villa.

I did not cry or create a scene.

Instead, I went crazy as I slept with three of his best buddies.

I left evidence of our lovemaking on the wooden desk of his office, condoms in the passenger seat of his car, and a leather whip in his private wine cellar.

All of this was left behind on purpose to tell him what I did.

When Leo found out about it, all he did was put out the cigar in his hand and made a group call to his buddies.

"You've all slept with her? What did she taste like?"

Taunting laughter was heard from the other end of the call.

"She's pretty flexible in bed."

"Not bad, but she needs to be more adventurous in bed. The minor celebrities I sleep with are better than she is."

"Haven't you given her a taste before by giving her a good lesson, Leo? She's too tight down there."

My meticulously planned revenge was nothing but a joke to him.

Leo had not cared at all.

That night, I broke down.

Leo sent me to the sanatorium after that.

He 'treated' me there for an entire year.

On the day I was discharged, a black car was parked outside the hospital with its engine turned off. Leo remembered to pick me up, but I no longer remembered how to love him.

The nurse pushed the door open and entered my ward. "Miss Bella, Don Vitaly has completed the discharge procedures. You may leave now."

I nodded numbly.

When I walked out of the sanatorium, I could still hear several nurses' aides whispering behind my back.

"Poor thing. Look at the predicament she's in right now."

"Why would you pity her? Don Vitaly has absolute power in Novena. He's rich and powerful, and he gives her unlimited pocket money. This isn't domestic abuse. All she has to do is pretend that she's leading a normal life. It's stupid of her not to."

I would have lost it if I heard this a year ago, but now, those words did not even make me pause my steps.

Leo was leaning against the car in a bespoke, black suit. The diamond cufflinks he was wearing reflected coldly under the sunlight. It was the birthday gift I had given him last year. I remembered spending an entire afternoon just picking it out at the jewelry store. When I paid for it with the supplementary card he had given me, the staff looked at me like I was a kept woman, but it did not bother me. All I cared about was if he was happy.

However, it was different now. He may have kept the cufflinks, but I no longer had any feelings for him.

I walked toward him, and he attempted to touch my face with the back of his hand. "You've lost weight."