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As Cosimo’s lips drew closer to Noemi’s, something inside Alessio shattered completely.
“NO! STOP!”
His desperate cry was swallowed by the crowd’s cheering. He thrashed against the wall of bodies like a drowning man, shoving past startled guests, ignoring their angry protests,
I can’t let this happen. She’s mine. MINE.
His only thought was reaching her before those lips touched. Before she became someone else’s
wife. Before he lost her forever.
He had to tell her everything–about his desperate search, about ending the vendetta, about how they could finally be free. How sorry he was. How much he still loved her.
Just as he broke through the crowd, two men in black suits stepped into his path.
“Sir. this is a private event.”
“Move.” Alessio’s voice cracked with desperation. “I need to see her. That’s my wife up there!”
The guards exchanged knowing looks. Another crazy ex, probably. Their boss had warned them about potential trouble.
“Sir, you need to leave,” the bigger one said firmly. “The lady is getting married. To someone else.”
“You don’t understand–I’m her husband! Alessio Moretti. Just tell her I’m here. Please!”
The guards didn’t budge. They’d heard enough stories about this piece of shit–the man who’d faked his own death, deceived his grieving wife for years. Their boss had filled them in.
The commotion was drawing attention. Whispers rippled through the crowd.
“Oh my God, is that him?”
“The Moretti boy who pretended to be his dead brother?”
“That sick bastard who traumatized that poor woman?”
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The islanders‘ mood shifted from festive to furious. They’d all heard the story–how this psychopath had gaslit his own wife, let her grieve a death that never happened. And sweet Noemi had been
through so much already….
“You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up here!”
“Haven’t you hurt her enough?”
“Leave that poor girl alone!”
The crowd’s anger was palpable. These people had embraced Noemi as one of their own. Seeing her abuser crash her wedding was the final straw.
“Get lost, you piece of shit!”
“She’s finally happy! With a REAL man!”
“Cosimo actually loves her–not like you!”
The first punch came from a fisherman–a massive fist that connected with Alessio’s jaw. He staggered backward, and then they were on him like wolves.
Kicks and punches rained down. These weren’t refined businessmen like back in Sicily–these were working men with calloused hands and old–fashioned ideas about justice.
“This is for making her cry!”
“Bastard!”
“Piece of human garbage!”
Through the haze of pain, Alessio heard his ribs crack. Tasted blood filling his mouth. His body.
weakened by weeks of alcohol and no sleep, couldn’t defend itself.
When they finally stepped back, he lay crumpled on the cobblestones, barely conscious.
“Throw this trash out,” someone spat.
Strong hands grabbed his arms, dragging him like a sack of garbage. They dumped him in a filthy
alley behind the square.
“If you come near Mrs. De’Medici again, we’ll fucking kill you.”
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“She deserves better than you!”
“Crawl back to your hole, scumbag.”
As the world faded to black, Alessio’s last coherent thought was of Noemi’s face–not looking at him with love like before, but with complete indifference.
Back in the square, the newlyweds shared their first kiss as husband and wife. The crowd erupted in genuine joy, showering them with flower petals and blessings.
“God bless them! She deserves happiness!”
“Finally, someone who’ll treat her right!”
“Long live the De’Medicis!”
No one spared a thought for the broken man bleeding in the alley. The past had tried to intrude on this perfect moment–and been violently expelled.
The message was clear: Noemi Bianchi was gone forever. In her place stood Mrs. De’Medici, protected and cherished by people who actually deserved her.
And Alessio Moretti? He was nothing but yesterday’s trash, swept away and forgotten.
To Pad Mini Fred TAŠA MINI HAD Tabidden Makenanib Goma 1 – Madis Mode
