A LOVE THAT NEVER FADES A MAFIA ROMANCE

"The terminal heart failure. Unless you change your heart, it will be difficult to live for half a year." The doctor's words still echoed in Darlene Garcia's ears.

It was summer, and the continuous rain seemed to never stop.

In the dark bedroom, the wind blew up a thin layer of gauze curtain in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the rain soaked the dark leather sofa.

Darlene sat in front of the bed in a daze, shivered, and suddenly came back to her senses.

It was already dark, and she sat for another afternoon.

Darlene got up, walked over, and closed the window. The moment the rain fell on her pale arm, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

When she returned to bed, she picked up her pen and signed her name on the divorce agreement. Together with the diagnosis sheet that said "terminal heart failure", she put them into the drawer.

Since she would die soon, she might as well fulfill their wishes.

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly kicked open, and almost the entire room shook.

A long black shadow broke in, and it seemed to arrive in front of her in an instant.

"A..." However, just as Darlene said this, she was suddenly lifted, and her entire body was heavily smashed onto the bed.

Avery leaned down and fiercely tore off the nightgown on her. His voice was fierce as if he wanted to tear her apart, "You vicious slut!"

This was the first sentence he had said to her this week.

Ever since Vivian Sheridan, who had disappeared for three years, returned a week ago, Avery had left this place with a divorce agreement.

There was no light on. In the faint light, she could not see the expression on his face clearly, but Darlene could feel that his eyes, which had always been indifferent, were now filled with ruthlessness.

The sudden pain of her body being torn apart seemed to deepen along with the dull pain in her heart.

Darlene opened her mouth wide and tried her best to breathe heavily, her voice barely audible. "Avery, I am tired. Can you not do this?"

The hand that Avery used to grab her neck fiercely contracted, not giving her any chance to breathe.

"Isn't this what you want? Three years ago, you instigated my grandmother to force Vivian to go abroad, right?"

A blood taste spread out from her throat. Darlene restrained herself and prevented the blood from rushing out of her throat.

She shook her head with great difficulty. "I don't understand what you're saying. I didn't. Vivian left on her own back then."

"You instigated my grandmother to force Vivian away and then let me marry you. Darlene, I will let you know the consequences of messing with me and hurting Vivian!"

Avery stood up and put on his clothes. And then he suddenly pulled her up and threw her on the ground. He was about to leave angrily.

If not for Vivian lying alone in the hospital, he would definitely have killed this venomous woman right now!

Darlene's body smashed into the ground with a muffled sound, and the bone-piercing pain instantly spread throughout her limbs.

Darlene shakily stood up, trying hard not to let her tears fall. "Whether you believe it or not, I have never hurt Vivian over these years."

Avery turned around and looked at her in disgust. It was a hot summer night, but his voice was like ice that could not be melted.

"Sign the divorce agreement and get out of here. From tomorrow, if I see you again, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."

Darlene fell onto the bed, and her heart ached, but she laughed softly.

Darlene thought, divorce. You want to divorce me because of Vivian's baseless words.

She clutched her fingers tightly on the bed and felt a chill rise from her feet. "If I say that I can only live for half a year, do you still want to divorce me?"

Avery frowned. He approached her in a few steps, grabbed her neck, and pulled her up.

In the night, Darlene could not help but stagger.

The moment he frowned and let go, her body fell heavily on the ground once again. The blood in her throat could no longer be held back. Darlene suddenly spat out the blood, staining the bed sheet. In this kind of unconscious state, it was indescribably strange and miserable.