I recuperated at the estate Salvatore had arranged for me.
The scenery was beautiful, and it was far from the noise of the world. No one here knew my past. No one knew I was once Signora Calvetti.
Through surveillance footage and informant reports, I watched coldly as everything unfolded within the Calvetti family.

Domenico did not kill Alice.
He locked her in the same basement where I had once been imprisoned. He confiscated all her jewelry and made her wear rough burlap clothes. Every day, she received only moldy bread and murky water.
It was just like he had once done to me.
However, he was not faring much better himself.
In just two weeks, Domenico had wasted away beyond recognition. His eyes were sunken, and his hair had gone mostly white. All traces of the once commanding Don had vanished.
He no longer handled family business. He spent all day locked inside the ruins of the library he had blown up.

That library was my father's life's work, but Domenico had personally destroyed it just to make another woman smile. Now, he acted like a madman, searching the rubble for any trace of me—a scrap of paper, a fragment, a strand of hair.
I heard he found a diary I had hidden in a secret compartment. It contained records from our ten-year-long marriage.
That night, on the surveillance footage, Domenico knelt in the dust-covered ruins, clutching the half-burned diary and crying like a helpless child.
The diary contained no long passages. Just brief entries documenting moments from my ten year marriage.

[Today, Domenico gave me a rose. He said my smile is beautiful.]
[My father's library was destroyed. I'm heartbroken, but Domenico is comforting another woman. He didn't see my tears.]
[I think I might be pregnant, but I'm afraid to tell him. I'm scared he won't want the baby.]
[If I die someday, please scatter my ashes in the ocean. I don't want to be trapped in the Calvetti family's basement anymore.]
After reading that last line, he kept pressing his forehead to the ground. His blood mixed with tears and dripped onto the pages, making the ink blur.
"I'm sorry... Lucia, I'm sorry..." His voice broke into sobs. "I'll take you home. I won't make you stay in the basement anymore. Please come back...
"My children, your father is sorry..."
It was too bad his regret came far too late.
I turned off the surveillance and looked down at my swollen belly. The two little lives inside were growing strong.
"Did you see that, babies?" I said softly. "That's your father—a complete bastard and a pitiful wretch."
Salvatore entered with a document in his hand. "The analysis results for that video came back. Alice had someone synthesize it. The supposed contact she met was actually her old lover. He's also a traitor to our family."
I took the document, a cold smile curling at my lips.
This explained why that video of me supposedly betraying the family appeared at the auction.
"Send this evidence to Domenico, along with the records of how Alice had bribed the doctor to fake her pregnancy test." I picked up the cup of warm milk on the table and took a small sip, my tone flat. "This fire isn't burning hot enough just yet."
That night, Domenico received the gift. He stormed into the basement with the Desert Eagle he had once pointed at me, his eyes blazing with towering hatred.
Alice was huddled in the corner, gnawing on stale bread. Her face was covered in grime. All traces of her former radiance were gone.
When she saw Domenico, she tried to please him with her filthy, unrecognizable face.
"Darling, you finally came to see me... I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"
A gunshot rang out.