Two months passed quickly.
Mila buried herself in work during those days, using exhaustion as a distraction from the pain constantly clawing at her heart.
A month ago, she had registered her marriage with Max.
She had waited afterward, secretly hoping Dominic would appear before her in rage, pull her away, and prove that he was still alive.
But he never came.
The news continued spreading everywhere: the infamous gangster known as 'the devil' was dead. His gang had collapsed. His men were either killed, arrested, or missing.
Every headline, every rumor, every whisper confirmed Dominic's death. And with each passing day, the fragile hope inside Mila dimmed little by little.
Yet she still refused to accept it completely.
A stubborn part of her heart continued believing that Dominic would return someday. But pretending to be fine was becoming harder and harder.
