If There Is Another Life, Don’t Let Her Go to Sicily Again

With a sharp gunshot, my husband of twenty years, Marcus De Luca, rushed in front of me and took the bullet for me.

As he lay dying, he spoke gently.

“Nerina, live well.”

I held him in my arms.

My tears kept falling as I pressed hard against the wound in his chest.

But he only touched my hair.

His eyes fell on Vivian’s body.

“She’s dead. I have no reason to live either.”

It felt like a bullet had gone through my head.

All the blood in my body froze.

“She suffered in Sicily for twenty years.”

“She finally came back, and now she died in front of me.”

“Please stay alive. Bury me with her.”

“If there is another life, don’t let her go to Sicily in your place again.”

“Please make us whole.”

His hand fell.

My world collapsed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of Marcus’s father.

The old Don looked at me.

“Your wedding with Marcus is set for three days from now.”

I lifted my head and spoke calmly.

“Marcus’s bride should not be me. It should be Vivian.”

“As for Sicily, I’ll go.”

The old Don was visibly stunned.

“Why? Vivian was the one originally meant to go to Sicily.”

That scene from my last life flashed before my eyes.

Marcus and Vivian lay together.

It was as if they had already completed the ritual of sharing the same grave.

“Uncle, I’ve made up my mind.”

I spoke softly. “Please arrange it.”

The old Don looked at me for a long time.

In the end, he sighed.

“Alright.”

I gently closed the door behind me.

As I walked out of De Luca Capital headquarters, I looked back at the towering skyscraper one last time.

But the moment the automatic doors opened, Vivian chased after me.

“Nerina, what trick are you playing now?”

Her eyes were red.

“The old Don suddenly said I’m marrying Marcus in three days.”

I answered calmly. “It’s not a trick.”

“Marcus loves you enough to die for you. You should marry him.”

“And you love him too. I’ll go to Sicily in your place.”

Vivian showed no gratitude.

“You know Marcus values promises more than anything.”

“Once he decides something, he never changes it.”

“You’re pretending to step aside now just to force him into feeling guilty toward you.”

I looked at her. “You’re overthinking it.”

“If you really want to marry Marcus, then be quiet.”

Vivian gritted her teeth.

“You’re saying you’ll go to Sicily on purpose first.”

“Then at the last second, you’ll make the Don change his mind and send me instead. Right?”

A cold male voice came from inside.

“Nerina. How can your scheming run this deep?”

The automatic doors slowly opened to both sides.

Marcus stepped out of the shadows.

He was dressed in black.

He stood at the doorway.

Behind him, the executives and bodyguards stopped at once.

Even the passing secretaries instinctively lowered their heads and moved