After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 05

After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 05

Enzo was angry.

Although we had been apart for six years, his habit of closing his eyes when he was angry had not changed.

I looked at him, at a loss.

I did not understand what he was angry about.

If we really wanted to trace everything back, I should have been the one angry.

Before we broke up, Enzo and I had carved out five days from our schedules and happily gone to Lake Como for a vacation.

Because he told Sofia our itinerary, she followed us there the next day.

I was upset at the time.

But Sofia said their families were old friends, that she and Enzo had grown up together, and that they were like siblings.

Enzo did not say he wanted her to leave either, so I could only swallow it.

The next day, a rival Family launched a bombing attack nearby.

Even now, I still remembered falling down the stairs while trying to run out.

My thigh was bruised badly, and my ankle was severely sprained.

Most importantly, I had hit my head, and my vision had gone blurry.

At first, Enzo had wanted to carry me out.

Then he heard Sofia crying.

“Enzo! Enzo, come save me!”

“Enzo, where are you? Help!”

Enzo glanced at me.

Then he turned away and went to look for Sofia.

He left me there.

Whether I could get out, whether I might die there, he did not seem to care.

Later, when I announced our breakup publicly without telling him first, he still never explained why he had done it.

But today, Enzo asked me, “Do you want to hear the explanation?”

I froze.

That bombing had almost become my nightmare. Every time I thought about it, my chest tightened on instinct, and breathing became difficult.

Two years ago, I acted in a film with a scene involving a bomb attack.

The director praised my performance endlessly. He said he had never seen anyone portray terror so realistically.

But I had not been acting.

I was truly afraid.

Afterward, it took me a long time to recover, but I still could not fully get out of that state.

That night, I dreamed of the past.

I dreamed of being abandoned by Enzo all over again.

I woke soaked in cold sweat, layer after layer.

My mind was clearly awake, but my body was out of control, and I could not get up.

The next day, when my assistant saw that I still had not gotten out of bed, she pushed open the door and found me unconscious with a high fever.

She rushed me to the hospital.

During the days I was unconscious, my mind was full of the image of Enzo abandoning me and walking away.

The pain in my chest felt almost suffocating. My tears soaked my pillow.

I swore I would never forgive him.