My Fiancé Confessed to Cheating

It felt as if everything inside me was being torn apart.

Gripping the ring that had been passed down through my family, I managed to stay clearheaded enough to ask.

"If you cheated on me last night, why did you still go through with the wedding today? How could you tell me this on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life?"

Matteo stared at me for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"You do know her well. Congratulations, you win!"

"What?" I didn't understand.

He pressed a button on the car's audio system. Ilaria's voice came through the speakers.

"Then remember to come to the hotel tonight. You promised me the Family's backing, and I've got a few things ready so we won't be bored."

Only then did I realize they'd left the Bluetooth connected.

Matteo watched the color drain from my face and said casually, "We had a bet on how you'd react. I said you'd slap me. Ilaria said you wouldn't have the heart, that you'd only ask me why. If I win, she wears the maid's outfit. If she wins..."

Matteo trailed off, his expression turning suggestive.

Ilaria laughed through the speakers. "Looks like I know her better after all."

"Elena, three years on and you still mistake weakness for good upbringing. But your taste in men has improved. Matteo is the youngest Don in the Rossi Family. He outranks Luca, and he knows how to please a woman better. Still, he is just as easy to take away from you as Luca was."

That laugh took me back three years.

That day, I finished my work and flew straight back to Sicily in time for Luca's birthday.

The bedroom door was open. When Luca saw me, he jumped off the bed and scrambled for his clothes.

Ilaria didn't even try to hide. She pulled on Luca's shirt, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

"Don't turn this into a war. I only borrowed your husband for one night."

Back then, I'd asked them why, too.

Luca said he had drunk too much.

Ilaria said an arranged marriage never guaranteed fidelity, and besides, I was boring.

I could see their lips moving, but all I could hear was my own breathing growing faster.

Then Luca's face filled with terror, and he rushed toward me.

Blood was already running down my legs and pooling on the floor.

I lost my baby at six months because of an umbilical cord torsion.

That night, I lost my friend, my husband and the baby I never got to meet.

And I became the laughingstock of every Mafia family in Sicily.