My Runaway Groom Came Back I Became His Aunt! novel Chapter 45

Chapter 2

So I lost control.

I screamed and threw things in the apartment, banged on my neighbors’ doors, and went online shouting at the world

that I was the real composer of that piano piece.

I thought if I made enough noise, she would back off, return the score, and return Deacon to me. But what came instead

was her trembling yet determined voice.

‘Don Carnera. I’m not afraid of her. Did you forget? I’ve always been the brave one. I love you, and I want to be with you.”

“If Nina is willing to give you up. I’ll kneel in front of the entire family and admit that the score is hers!”

Her performance lit up every ounce of Deacon’s protectiveness. That same night, he used his position as the Don of the

Carnera family to hold a press conference.

“My wife, out of excessive jealousy of Kristen’s talent, plagiarized Kristen’s original manuscripts before the competition. I

caught her and returned it in time.”

“In truth, my wife knows nothing about piano. I spoiled her too much and bought her awards, and she began fantasizing

that she was a gifted pianist.”

“As for the rumors between Kristen and me, she fabricated them to frame Kristen. Please don’t misunderstand Kristen.

She’s a hardworking girl.”

With a few simple statements, plus falsified medical records, he orchestrated a narrative of my psychological collapse.

And just like that, Kristen became famous overnight.

She became the industry’s darling, the rising prodigy everyone adored. And I spiraled into a hollow, gray void of clinical

depression.

The worst day of all came when a dissociative episode sent me falling from the third-floor balcony.

When I woke up. Deacon was standing beside my hospital bed, holding a divorce agreement. “Nina, do you have any idea how frightening you are?”

In that moment, everything snapped into focus. I barely hesitated before picking up the pen to sign.

So now, after he personally destroyed my future, he wanted to buy my dream back with money? Unbelievable.

My thoughts settled. I pulled out the order slip he had stuffed into my bag and handed it back. Then, right in front of him, I called the sales associate.

“Deliver the piano I originally purchased. And if you allow strangers to alter my order again, I’ll file a formal complaint.”

I stepped past him. He reached out to grab me, but I dodged, raising my gaze to look behind him. ‘Don Deacon, I assume your current wife is comfortable with such public displays of guilt?”

He followed my line of sight. A woman approached from a distance, holding a coffee cup.

Chapter 2

Kristen Hart. Now shaped into a glamorous, pampered mafia wife under Deacon’s care.

But after all these years, she still wore the same choking cloud of perfume. She wasn’t even close yet, and I was already

sneezing.

Seeing me sneezing, Deacon removed his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “You always get sick when the

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