The White Dress Rule Chapter 04By Novel7s / May 12, 2026 The White Dress Rule Chapter 04It took Michael three days to realize I was gone. He returned to the Lake Forest estate. The silence unsettled him. “Where is the Donna?” he asked Carlo, irritation creeping into his voice. “Is she still sulking?” Carlo wrung his hands, his face pale. “Sir… she… she never came back after you took her that day. We assumed… we assumed you knew…” A flicker of annoyance. Then unease. His phone rang. An unknown number. “Mr. Moretti? We’re calling to inform you that your wife, Angelica Moretti, has been involved in an accident. There was a safety failure on the thrill ride she was on. The harness gave way.” “We’re very sorry, sir, but she fell. We need you to officially confirm-” The phone clattered to the marble floor. Michael’s face went white. He stood frozen, turned to stone. Lily, in a silk robe, lounging on a chair, picked up the phone. “Hello? Oh, these prank calls are so tacky.” She clicked the phone off and pressed herself against Michael’s stiff back. “Ignore it, honey. Just some creep.” “But…” Michael’s voice cracked. “What if…” “Shh,” she whispered, turning him around, her fingers. working the buttons of his shirt. “You promised me a whole week. No work. No distractions. Just you and me.” She kissed his jaw, his neck. “Your body, your heart… they’re mine. I don’t want you thinking about someone else.” Whatever fight remained in him dissolved. Two hours later, tangled in sheets that still smelled of her perfume, she traced circles on his chest. “Michael… if something really did happen to your wife… would you marry me?” He was silent. “Don’t talk like that.” “Why not?” she pouted. “Not even a promise?” He got out of bed and pulled on his pants. Guilt sat like a cold stone in his chest. Heavy. “Lily, I can give you everything else. Anything. But the title of Mrs. Moretti… that belongs to Angelica. It’s the one thing I can’t give you.” He walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette. Smoke curled into the night. “She gave up everything for me. She stayed when I had nothing. I can’t… I can’t leave her with nothing.” He didn’t see the venom that flashed in Lily’s eyes behind him. The next day, unease drove him back to the estate. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t breathe. “Carlo! Any word from the Donna-” He stopped. Carlo stood in the foyer, his eyes red, holding a simple white porcelain urn. “Sir… you haven’t heard? The authorities… they released her remains. This… this is all that’s left of her.” The old man’s voice broke. “I’m so sorry.” Michael stared at the urn. The world spun. “No. That’s impossible. I checked the safety harness myself! It was just supposed to be a lesson!” His voice rose, desperate. “It was just a lesson!” But the evidence was there in Carlo’s trembling hands.
