Roses never fade

For seven years, I was his eyes. But the moment he regained his sight, he decided to marry someone else.

Seven years of devotion couldn't buy his heart.

I gave him back his dignity. Now that he was restored as the Godfather of the New York Mafia, he laughed with others, degrading me to the status of a mere "mistress."

He thought I didn't understand Italian, but I heard him loud and clear: he was going to marry his first love.

He arrogantly believed I would always love him, willing to stay in his penthouse like a caged bird.

But he was wrong. I boarded a one-way flight to Australia.