Chapter 6 Hatred
Salvatore handed the urn to Gabi.
Just like always, he tapped the tip of her nose and asked, “Are you happy now?”
Gabi stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.
I knew Salvatore had a thing about cleanliness. I really thought he would avoid it, but he did not.
I suddenly laughed.
Yeah, that was what I had been hoping for all this time.
Back then, when we were together, Salvatore was always cold. He never let me kiss him first.
If I clung to him too much, he would slap my face lightly and say, “Giulia, don’t be so shameless.”
Only when my eyes turned red and I looked at him with hurt would he pat my back to calm me down.
I burst into tears.
Right then, I completely gave up on Salvatore.
I started struggling. All I wanted was to take back my father’s urn.
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Yet, his bodyguards held me so tight that I could not move.
Gabi took the cap off the urn and handed it to Salvatore. “Salvatore, can you throw the ashes out? I’m too scared…”
Salvatore looked indulgent but a little helpless.
I watched, nervous, as his fingers hovered.
Yet, Gabi kept urging him.
Over ten years of habit made Salvatore almost act without thinking, just to please her.
And then he really did it. He poured the ashes out.
I watched as my father’s ashes were scattered into the wind.
In my mind, I saw my father’s pale face after he got his cancer diagnosis. He smiled and said goodbye,
“Don’t be afraid, Giulia. Daddy will always protect you.”
I screamed and finally broke free from the bodyguards.
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I grabbed the urn.
My hands were shaking.
It was gone. Everything was gone.
It was Salvatore who destroyed everything.
I still do not understand-why would he trample on his own wife just for another woman?
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Salvatore looked at me coldly. He stared straight at me and said, “Giulia, you wronged Gabi before. This is your pun- ishment.”
After that, he stepped forward and tried to put his arm around my shoulders like he always did, trying to comfort me.
“Giulia, you’re Mrs. Aiello. You should be more generous and not argue with a young girl.”
However, I slapped him across the face.
I looked at him, full of disgust, and said, “Salvatore, just thinking about how I used to love you makes me sick to my stomach.”
Then I walked over to Gabi and grabbed her by the neck. At that moment, I wanted her to die.
She slapped the back of my hand, and that’s when I realized that even someone as cruel and heartless as her is still afraid of dying.
I smiled and let go.
I wiped away my tears and walked away by myself, everyone’s eyes on me.
My dad was my bottom line.
And Salvatore crossed it. So now, he will have to live with my hatred.
