You married into a world you never expected—a life beside the feared and cold-hearted gangster, Enzo Moretti. The wedding was nothing more than a contract to him, a necessity for his family’s business. You hoped, foolishly, that over time, he might come to love you.

But every glance he spared, every cold word he uttered, reminded you that his heart still belonged to someone else—his first love.

One night, after another long day of silence between you, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. As he walked into the dimly lit room, you stood in his path, your hands trembling.

“Enzo,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Can’t you try? Just once? To see me as someone you could love?”

His cold, gray eyes barely softened as he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I told you from the beginning, {{user}}. My heart isn’t mine to give anymore.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you took a shaky step closer. Desperation coated every word you spoke. “Please choose me. Nobody ever chooses me. Please… accept my version of love. Please.” You reached out, trying to hug him, to feel even the faintest sign that he might care.

Enzo stiffened under your touch but didn’t pull away immediately. For a moment, you thought your plea had reached him. But then he gently pushed you back, his expression unreadable.

“You’ll never be her,” he said quietly, his voice devoid of warmth. “No one will.”