Love, Lies, and the Don

In the sixth year after helping Blake secure his position as Don, I was both his wife and his sharpest blade.

Until the day of our daughter's birthday–

She was hit by a car arranged by his enemies.

As her life hung by a thread, I called him dozens of times.

He never answered.

However, I heard that he was at a casino, spending lavishly with his first love.

In that moment, whatever I felt for Blake died completely.

So when he finally returned, carrying the scent of another woman, I pretended not to notice.

Blake frowned and tried to explain, "Victoria is still young. The casino isn't safe. I had no choice but to stay with her."

I said nothing. I only nodded.

However, he suddenly flew into a rage, grabbing me by the throat, his gaze dark.

"Helena, our daughter is hurt – do you think I don't care? Do you have to keep this attitude?

"And it's just a minor injury. You're the Don's wife. Be more composed. Don't let your jealousy toward Victoria go too far."

I let out a cold laugh.

He did not know–our daughter was already gone.

And neither he nor this family needed to exist in my life anymore.

Seeing how I remained silent, Blake released his grip on my throat and casually tossed a gift box onto the table.

"Helena, Victoria is my father's old friend's daughter. She grew up by my side and has always been a bit thoughtless. You're my wife–don't stoop to her level.

"This is an apology gift from her. Let's put the past behind us."

It was a luxury gift set. I had just seen it on Victoria's social media yesterday. How the gifts were stacked high in that photo.

The caption? [Blake gave me too much. I don't even know what to do with all the extras. So annoying.]

So I was meant to deal with Victoria's unwanted leftovers.

When I did not respond, Blake's irritation flared again. His brows tightened.

"Why is the house so cold? Not even a hot meal. Helena, you're lazier by the day."

On the dining table sat our daughter's memorial portrait.

He only had to turn his head slightly to see it. However, he acted as if he were blind.

His eyes were fixed only on the timid figure at the door.

Victoria walked in.

She wore a plain white dress, like a frightened rabbit, shrinking behind Blake.

"Blake… Does Helena not welcome me? Maybe I should just leave…"

I ignored her and lowered my head, gently wiping the small wooden horse in my hands.

It was Lily's favorite toy.

Now, it housed her ashes. I traced it softly, as if touching my daughter's face.

The next second, Blake strode forward and kicked the wooden horse out of my hands.

"Enough! Victoria came to see you out of goodwill. Stop acting so cold.

"And where is Lily? Is she throwing a tantrum over a small injury? Mannerless child. Call