Too Late to Say I Love You

"Are you crazy, Donna Gallo?!"

The doctor, Corey Dickson, stared at the plastic surgery proposal I had given him. He said in a trembling voice, "Don Gallo would never allow you to do something like this."

I smiled softly. "He's too busy having an affair with a world-famous celebrity. He doesn't have time to notice me."

Corey was taken aback.

I looked at my wedding picture on the wall.

Stefan was hugging me while looking at me with great tenderness in his eyes, but just yesterday, I watched him lead that celebrity into our bedroom.

He pressed her down in bed as she stared at the silver handgun at the end of the bed and panted, "Aren't you afraid that I was sent here by the enemy to seduce you, Don Gallo? Are you sure you want to put that gun away?"

Stefan laughed in a low voice. "It'd be worth it to die in your arms."

That gun never left his side. This was the first time he put it aside for someone else.

That was when I realized that this was the end of my marriage.

It was time for me to leave.

I had to find a way to leave this city, where the Don had eyes everywhere, without getting caught.

I let out a long sigh as I pushed the plastic surgery proposal toward my doctor, Corey Dickson. "I know you're loyal to the family, but don't forget that I'm the one who saved your life. So, tell me right now: will you help me or not?"

Corey froze. I had never threatened him before, but I had no other choice. The family had a wide information network and could check every record of every hospital. Corey was the only doctor with enough resources to challenge them.

He hesitated for a long time before suddenly looking up at me. "Will you really find happiness after leaving this place, Donna Gallo?"

I laughed softly and replied with conviction, "Yes, I will." At the very least, things could not get worse than the current situation I was in.

It took Corey a lot of courage to accept the proposal. I knew I had put him in a difficult position, as betraying the Don was essentially gambling with his life. As Corey looked through the proposal, he frowned. "Why would you want to change your eyes, Donna Gallo? You have beautiful eyes. It'd be a pity if you had work done on them."

I shook my head. It was because Stefan Gallo loved my eyes. Every time we left the house or made love, he would kiss the corners of my eyes. It was his favorite part of me. If I did not destroy my eyes, Stefan would immediately recognize me and trap me again. He would lock me up with the other traitors, and I would spend the rest of my days howling in pain.

At the thought of those disfigured and broken-down people, I looked up at