My Salvation, My Damnation

I used to think my husband was the angel who saved me from the depths of hell.

Five years ago, I would have died for my ex-fiance, Marco Lombardi, but his carelessness caused Mom's kidneys to fail. He ignored 99 of my calls, and with an empty bank account, I couldn't even afford the surgery to donate my kidney to her.

Only later did I discover that during that time, he was having romantic getaways with my stepsister, Penny Rossi.

When I hit rock bottom, mafia Don Leon Costa showed up. He got me the best doctors, handled everything when Mom died, and even proposed to me when I was a complete mess.

In our five years of marriage, he has spoiled me rotten. I've almost forgotten how much Marco and Penny hurt me.

Then, today, I overhear his phone call with Penny. "Leon, thank you for giving my sister's kidney to my mother back then."

My beloved husband just brushes it off. "Don't worry about it. I'll look after your sister. She won't ever know."

He laughs quietly, and his voice is full of warmth. "You know I hate seeing you cry."

I had been with my husband, Leon Costa, for five years. I thanked God every day for letting me meet him. He appeared when my fiance betrayed me and my mother was dying. He had helped me selflessly.

Even though Mom eventually died from rejection reactions, I never blamed him for it. That was until tonight, when I stood outside the study door and heard the whole truth.

"Don't worry, Penny. Camilla's recent poor condition might not be a rejection reaction."

Leon Costa's voice was deep and gentle in a way that was out of character. After all, he was a cold and ruthless mafia Don in front of most people.

"Veronica's kidney can last at least another 20 years."

What was he talking about? My ears buzzed, and I couldn't hear anything he said after that.

In a daze, I remembered that rainy night five years ago when I was still Marco Lombardi's fiancee. I was sitting disheveled outside the operating room, calling Marco over and over again.

I had called him 99 times, yet he didn't answer a single one of my calls. Leon appeared at that moment. He crouched down and draped his suit jacket over me. His voice was low and gentle.

"Ms. Bianchi, I heard from my business partner that you need help."

He arranged everything methodically, unlike Marco, who always made me fight for everything desperately. Only later did I learn that this man was the newly risen mafia Don, Leon Costa.

Unfortunately, although the surgery succeeded, Mom still died.

"I'm very sorry, but Sofia didn't make it through. I've already dealt with the negligent staff."

He held me as I cried until I couldn't breathe, comforting me by saying that my kidney could accompany Mom in eternal rest, and she would be comforted in heaven. Only then did my busy