The Betrayed Donna

Three days later, I woke up.

The first thing I heard was the family doctor reporting.

"Don Moretti, that was too risky. Forcing a termination at eight months and removing her uterus at the same time... we almost lost the Donna."

Vincenzo's voice was indifferent.

"I promised Giuliana that I would only have one child in this lifetime, and that's hers. The safest way was to have Elena's uterus removed. No more kids, no more risk. "

His eyes swept over and met mine.

Vincenzo didn't panic at all. He reached over and tucked the blanket around me.

"You heard that? I have no choice. Giuliana said the only way she'd agree to an adoption was if you couldn't have kids. So I figured I'd take the uterus out at the same time. Save you another cut."

He saw the tears in my eyes and gently wiped them away.

"I didn't expect a hysterectomy during pregnancy to cause that much bleeding. Lucky for you, the private doctors I hired for Giuliana were all staying at the estate. You should thank Giuliana for saving your life. "

I was shaking all over. I gathered every ounce of strength and swung my hand at his face.

"Vincenzo Moretti, you are not human."

Vincenzo dodged it.

Then a small figure came running in screaming and slapped me across the face.

I fell back onto the bed and looked at the woman in front of me.

A young girl stood in front of Vincenzo, tears in her eyes, shouting at me.

"How dare you! Do you even know he waited outside your room for three whole days? If I hadn't brought him food every day, he would have collapsed."

"This man means everything to me... why should he be your punching bag?"

I didn't miss the flicker of tenderness in Vincenzo's eyes.

I had seen that look before.

The first time was when I got alcohol poisoning covering his drinks and lost our first child.

The second time was when a rival family wanted him dead, and I begged my father to save him.

I had done so much for him.

But in the end, it wasn't worth a single tear from his mistress.

It felt like a dull knife stabbing into my chest, one inch at a time.

I pushed myself up, looked at the two of them being so affectionate, and gave a bitter smile.

"So what? I'm supposed to be grateful? Grateful that he killed my full term baby to make room for yours? That he secretly cut out my uterus and nearly let me die on the table? "

Giuliana's tears fell like a broken string.

She glared at me stubbornly.

"I messed up! Let me make it up to you! "

She shoved Vincenzo aside like a madwoman, grabbed a fruit knife from the table, and stabbed it toward her own stomach.

"I'll cut my child and my uterus out right now to pay you back!"

Vincenzo wrapped his arms around her, one hand gripping the blade. Blood ran through his fingers.

He looked up at me, cold and angry.

"Is this what you wanted, Elena? "

He carefully lifted the unconscious Giuliana into his arms and walked away without looking back.

He left only one sentence behind.

"I guess I've been too good to you. You've started to think you can do whatever you want. Fine. I am taking back my affection for you. "

I watched his back and smiled through my tears.

The man who once promised to spoil me forever and never let me suffer.

He was dead.

Vincenzo's bodyguard coldly grabbed me, dragged me up, and threw me out the door.

"From today, everything the Don gave you will be taken back. If you want to keep staying in this room..."

I gave a bitter smile, turned, and walked out.

"Never mind. I don't want anything that belongs to Vincenzo Moretti."

My phone and wallet were all taken.

Because everything was given to me by Vincenzo.

I stood on the street with nothing. I tried to flag down a car to go home.

But every time a kind person stopped, Vincenzo's bodyguard would dutifully say, "If you're not afraid of crossing the Moretti family, go ahead and let her in."

Those people would shake their heads at me and drive away.

The bodyguard watched my unsteady body and spoke coldly.

"The Don asked me to pass a message. This is what happens when you cross him. If you're willing to apologize to Miss Giuliana and agree to take care of her during her pregnancy, he'll send me to drive you back."

I didn't care. I just started walking. Step by step, toward home.

Blood dripped down my thighs onto the asphalt. People stared.

But I was completely numb.

I walked step by step until dark, until I finally reached the estate gate.

The lit windows pushed back the cold of the late night.

I raised my frozen fingers and typed in the code.

The only response was an error beep.

I typed it in with difficulty, gritting my teeth. Each time, the system told me it was wrong.

Finally the butler got annoyed enough to come open the door. He looked at me coldly.

"Donna, stop. As long as you don't apologize to the Don, you don't get to use the Don's things."

"This estate was bought by the Don. No apology, no entry."

He looked me up and down and let out a sneer.

"If you ask me, just apologize already. There are plenty of women lining up to take your place. Look at you. Your family has fallen. You're not young anymore. You can't have kids."

"He's got a woman on the side who's pregnant, and he still won't divorce you. That's already very generous of him. What more do you want to fight for?"

I interrupted him quietly.

"I'm not coming in. I just want one thing."

The butler was speechless for a second.

"Everything you own was bought by the Don. What could possibly be yours? Don't tell me you're here to steal his jewelry and bags. "

I said calmly, "I just want to pick up my medical report. Is that not allowed?"

The butler rolled his eyes, went inside, and came back with a brown paper envelope. He threw it at me.

I picked up the envelope and looked inside.

It read: Vincenzo Moretti's low sperm count report.