บททั้งหมดของ Reborn to Walk Away: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I had given specific instructions to the chef to tailor tonight’s dinner to Anna’s preferences. Upon entering the manor, I was met by a maid who informed me that Alessandro had already started dinner.I glanced at the time and noted that dinner began an hour earlier than usual. “Amora, you’ve got to try the foie gras. It is exceptional.” My gaze swept past their half-eaten plates. “Dinner seems early today.” “It’s the doctor’s orders. Anna needs to have her dinners at six, so we’re moving the time up.” As I nodded, the pungent smell of foie gras made me sick to my stomach. The maid served me a plate of steak. Fighting back the urge to throw up, I held my cutlery to begin dining. Sitting across from me, Anna put down her cutlery and stared intently at my steak. “Is there more of this steak? I’m craving one.” “My apologies, ma’am, but that was the last steak. We do have more foie gras. Would you like some?” The maid replied tenderly. This was something I had the chef

I woke up from the pain, and the searing agony from my arms blew my eyes wide open. The nurse looked distressed. After much hesitation, she said, “Please bear with the pain. Don Colombo called the doctors away. We don’t have an anesthesiologist available to administer anesthesia, so I have to extract the glass shards directly.” My chest tightened. All of Alessandro’s attention was on Anna. He was so anxious about Anna to even notice me. I tried to speak, but my body was drained. I couldn’t even move my fingers. At the tug of the nurse’s tweezers, I shook violently in pain. Cold sweat drenched my back as tears rolled down my cheeks. The glass shard was removed a piece at a time until finally, my arms were wrapped in gauze. Out of the surgery room, I was ready to go home when I spotted Alessandro. Holding Anna with one arm, Alessandro examined the medical report. He frowned, assuming my tears were nothing more than a jealous fit.“Why are you here? Anna nearly got hu

Even after a month-long search, I was nowhere close to uncovering Amora’s whereabouts. I combed through every piece of surveillance footage, and the scale of my search eventually alerted the hospital’s medical team.After much hesitation, one doctor eventually spoke up, “Don Colombo, it might not be my place to say this, but that lover of yours is no saint. It’s one thing to fool around with her, but don’t let her wrap you around her little finger.” I frowned. “What do you mean? Anna is my late brother’s widow. Amora is my only wife.” The doctor looked at me as if I were some moron. “All of New York knows what’s up. No one actually buys the story that she’s your sister-in-law. Besides, it didn’t look like nothing was going on between you two when you came for an examination.” My heart sank. Not talking back for once, I took the medical charts from him. “When Amora arrived at the hospital, both her arms were covered in broken glass shards, but the doctors were occupied with

Once Anna was taken away, I stood in the living room. The silence was eerily deafening. Where should I even begin to look for Amora? Amora was an orphan. She had nowhere to go and no family to lean on. Where could she possibly have gone outside New York? I looked around, not recognizing my home for the first time. The carpets had all been replaced with beige. Anna said the darker tones were too oppressive, so Amora had them swapped out.I painted the oil canvas hanging on the wall, and that was Amora’s favorite. Somehow, it was removed and replaced by a tacky landscape painting. Even the Italian vintage chandelier she had once carefully chosen after much deliberation had been swapped for Anna’s preferred crystal tassel design. I had been oblivious to the changes. Every trace of Amora in this home had been erased little by little, and I hadn’t noticed a single thing. Instead, Anna’s preferences were put in place. She acted like she owned the manor. I used to take pr

Alessandro didn’t return to New York. He settled in Chicago and became a constant presence in my life.Sometimes, Alessandro would wait at the campus gates. Other times, he showed up outside my apartment building. He wasn’t as aggressive as before, no longer whispering those sweet nothings. Instead, he stood afar, staring at me with a sad, longing face, like a child waiting for a word of forgiveness. However, my heart was already closed off. In my previous life, I had shed every last tear in that relationship, dying in what should have been my best years.This time around, I would never turn back. Marco had been quietly keeping by my side. Since that night, he hadn’t pushed me for an answer. He would show up in my time of need and disappear when I needed space. On rainy days, he brought an umbrella. Before exams, he waited outside the library with coffee. During late-night cram studies, he would drive over to pick me up without a word. It wasn’t some grand, dramatic