Eight Years of Love, One Day to Walk Away

Lorenzo Marchetti and I had been bound by a betrothal pact for eight years. He poured everything into the Family. When the territory grew restless, he wouldn't even answer my calls, and more often than not, the Family's business made him forget every name-day we ever shared.

Everyone in our circle would tell me:

［The Marchetti heir is handsome and powerful, devoted to the famiglia and not the type to dishonor a betrothal. Isn't that a good thing?］

He's just cold by nature, raised to give nothing away. That's how I kept comforting myself.