Early winter, 2nd October 1911

  "Oh Fiona, I'd rather you killed me!"

  Enzo storms out of our little house, while I sit in silence. Everyone, from my mother to my siblings, runs after him, but I stay still. I knew this would happen, but I had to brace myself and accept it. The last thing I want to do is hurt Enzo. I am not a saint, just a regular person who wishes to do something for my family. I had to sacrifice my own life for it. I love Enzo, and I always will, deeply and passionately. I am simply not the woman worthy of his sincere love. I am a wretched woman, a prostitute who sells herself for ambition, a miserable creature unworthy of happiness. I had to play the villain to ensure good things for those who stayed behind. This body has nothing left to regret, and even if I sell it to the devil, I will not complain.

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  My tears flow inwardly, that's how real they are to me. Because I am feeling a pain that no one can see. I have agreed to Augustin's proposal, and we will marry at the end of the year. The estate will be mine, along with the castle and the dowry I will receive. I will leave them to my mother and siblings. The only person I do not know how to compensate for is Enzo. I am sure he is very resentful towards me, and I have nothing to defend myself. In this life, I betrayed him. If there is a next life, and if he agrees, I vow to follow him forever.