After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 03

After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 03

No Best Actress winner should have left an awards ceremony in a worse state than I did.

My gown was stepped on and stained. One of my earrings was lost in the chaos.

A huge pack of reporters chased after us. It did not look like I had just won an award. It looked like I was fleeing a disaster.

Coco and my assistant were both badly shaken. After we got into the car and took a while to calm down, Coco finally asked, “What happened? You had a child? With Don Enzo? Where is the child now?”

There were too many questions.

I smiled bitterly, not knowing which one to answer first.

Coco and my current assistant had not been with me at the beginning. Everything they knew about Enzo and me came from the internet or from other people’s mouths.

During the year I disappeared from the public eye, everyone first thought I had been blacklisted.

Later, when I returned to Hollywood, people said I had probably been too hurt by that relationship and had gone away to heal.

No one in the industry knew what had really happened that year.

Coco and my assistant did not know either.

Until they saw that video today, they thought the same thing as everyone else.

They thought I had gone away to give birth.

One year was just enough time.

Coco even sounded a little excited.

“If Don Enzo comes to you because of the child, use this chance and get back together with him. You’ll be winning awards nonstop after that.”

I shook my head.

Coco froze, then nearly shot up and hit the car roof.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to offend him again.”

How would I dare?

What I meant by shaking my head was this.

“There is no child.”

There had once been one.

I just did not keep it.

Coco did not quite believe me. The timing of that missing year was too perfect.

She wanted to ask more, but my assistant handed her the phone.

“Coco, look.”

“Negative trends exploded? Those damn trolls!”

Coco snatched the phone away, but after one glance, her expression turned strange.

“This… what’s going on?”

There was not a single negative trending topic about me. Not even an ugly photo.

And when I left the venue just now, I had been a mess.

It was Enzo’s doing.

For him, ruining someone was easy.

Protecting someone was just as easy.

Coco looked troubled.

“You really didn’t keep the child? Then how are you going to explain this to Don Enzo?”

Why did I need to explain anything to him?

He did not love me.

And he and Sofia were about to get married.

I knew Enzo would come looking for me.

The video had been exposed too suddenly, and it involved a child. No matter what, he would have to ask.

I just did not expect him to come so quickly.

When I arrived downstairs at home, he was already waiting there.

Through the night, that tall figure looked exactly the same as he had six years ago.

Except six years ago, whenever Enzo saw me, he would open his arms and wait for me to run into them.

Now, when he saw me, he only stood where he was, so cold he seemed impossible to approach.

Coco was worried. When I got out of the car, she tugged at me.

I turned back and smiled at her.

“It’s fine. If he wants someone killed or a building burned, he doesn’t need to do it himself.”

“True.” Coco sighed, then reminded me to talk to Enzo properly. “We’ve survived the worst part. Good days are ahead. Don’t add new challenges and disasters to your life again.”

I smiled and nodded.

After they left, I walked toward Enzo.

My steps were calm, as if I were going to meet an old friend.

But only I knew that in the last two steps before reaching Enzo, my heartbeat still went out of control.

After all, we had once loved each other deeply.

I had loved him too much.

So when the bombing happened and he left me without hesitation to find Sofia, I almost gave up wanting to survive.