Your Life Comes Before Mine

After my ex-husband, Lucaro Ricci, has died, he turns into a ghost. Since then, he has stayed by my side as a shadow.

Three years later, I walk into the church, hand-in-hand with Carlo Altieri, the oldest son of Lucaro's arch-nemesis. Everyone in the city chews me out for betraying Lucaro. Even Lucaro curses me out for being a scumbag.

But I'm the only one who knows the actual reason. I've already made a wish to God in the church that I'll sacrifice my life in exchange for Lucaro's second chance in life.

On the opulent cruise ship, gold decorations glittered and lights blazed.

After returning from freshening my makeup, I overheard Carlo Altieri—Don of the Altieri famiglia and the man I was soon to marry—speaking with other members of the mafia.

"Don Altieri, you're sure to win the wager with Don Fabio."

"Yeah. You personally trained Ms. Santoro—she wouldn't dare go against you. Even if you were to flirt with a dancer in front of her, she'd act like she didn't see a thing."

"I remember that rainy day when Don Altieri wanted to fool around with a dancer in the car. Ms. Santoro drove the car for him and stood outside in the rain, waiting for him to finish before heading home."

"It's truly enviable, Don Altieri. You must teach us. Where can one find a well-behaved girlfriend like Ms. Santoro?"

Through the door, I heard Carlo chuckle softly before saying, "She loves me. Naturally, she sees me as her master. No matter what I do, she'll never leave."

"Speaking of which, Ms. Santoro has been with you for three years now…"

I stiffened up when I heard this.

It had already been three years—I had actually been with Carlo for three years.

The corners of my mouth involuntarily twitched as I felt a pang of bitterness for a moment.

I was the one who had actively sought and begged for this relationship with Carlo. Before we started our relationship, I had told him, "No matter who you choose to fool around with in the future, I'll turn a blind eye to it—as long as I can stay with you."

Carlo had raised an eyebrow when he heard that. He probably hadn't seen such a foolish woman before, which was why he agreed.

Over these three years, I had to admit that he treated me exceptionally well.

I also kept my promise, allowing the companions around Carlo to come and go. Even when he took women for romps in the car, I would quietly drive the vehicle and wait for him to finish.

I took a deep breath and lowered my gaze as I walked into the private room.

Just as I neared Carlo, someone suddenly pulled me into their arms. Before I could see who it was, the overwhelming smell of alcohol made me nauseous.

"I say, Don Altieri, since you don't care for Ms. Santoro, why not give her to me? I promise I'll treat her