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My wound split open.

The pain was so sharp I couldn’t push myself upright.

Luca never looked back.

He carried Bianca upstairs with Leo still in her arms.

The guests watched me, making no effort to lower their voices.

“Bianca’s beautiful and kind enough to nurse her baby. And she goes taking pills when she’s supposed to breastfeed.”

“Bianca looks more like his mother anyway. He even resembles her. She and the Don look perfect together. Shame they never married.”

Rosa looked down at me.

“Why are you still lying there? If you want sympathy, go somewhere else.”

“You can’t care for your son or keep your husband interested. And now you can’t have more children? Looking at you makes me sick.”

I braced my hands against the floor.

The divorce agreement was already drafted on my phone.

I didn’t argue.

I stood and limped upstairs to the study.

After printing the agreement, I put it in my bag and went to find Luca.

Only the nanny was in the guest room, holding a well-fed, sleeping Leo.

I was turning away when I heard voices from the master bedroom.

Our bedroom.

The door wasn’t fully closed.

Bianca sat in Luca’s lap, her clothes undone.

“Luca, I’m so full it hurts. Help me?”

He hesitated.

“You gave birth two days ago. Your body can’t take it yet.”

“You hid this pregnancy from your husband to give me a son. Your whole family could come after you. I won’t hurt you again.”

She wound her arms around his neck.

“It was my choice. He’s busy with his territory in Sicily. He won’t find out.”

Luca stopped resisting.

I backed away and walked outside.

Only when cold air filled my lungs could I breathe.

Luca knew I was downstairs.

And he’d chosen our marriage bed.

I sat on the front steps and cried.

I didn’t know how long I’d been there when foul-smelling liquid poured over my head.

Bianca stood on the second-floor balcony.

Then she came downstairs.

“How does my son’s pee smell?”

She smiled at me.

“Enjoy the show?”

She’d known I was outside the bedroom.

“Look at you. Your son’s dead. Your leg’s ruined. What good did marrying Luca and becoming Mrs. Moretti do you?”

She took out her phone.

“He still gave up your newborn for me and my baby. And made sure you could never have another.”

“I have a video. Want to see?”

The screen lit up.

My baby lay in an incubator.

The recording showed him dying.

I stared, shaking all over, and raised my hand to strike her.

Bianca moved first.

She drew a knife, cut her own arm, dropped it, and screamed.

Luca rushed outside and shoved me to the ground.

He caught Bianca and turned on me.

“Evelyn! Have you lost your mind?”

“I only tried to explain about feeding him...” Bianca clutched his shirt, sobbing. “She said I wanted her place. She threatened to hurt me so I couldn’t feed Leo.”

“I just didn’t want him hungry. How could she do this?”

Luca’s expression hardened.

“You got hurt because you didn’t know how to protect yourself. Why take it out on Bianca?”

“You took medicine and couldn’t breastfeed. She helped. What gives you the right to attack her?”

Tears filled my eyes.

“If I’m a bad mother, what are you?”

“Why were the guards pulled? Where’s my baby? What did you give me?”

“Leo’s asleep upstairs,” he said. “The medicine was for your injuries. You know that.”

“As for the ambush, that whole convoy was attacked. Why were you the one so badly hurt?”

He held Bianca closer.

“You’re a mother. How could you hurt another mother? Apologize.”

Yes.

Why had they blown open my car?

He’d killed my child and still stood there telling me I didn’t deserve to be a mother.

I picked up the knife and drove it into my own chest.

His face changed.

“Evelyn! Stop!”

I let it fall.

“You’re right. Mothers shouldn’t be hurt.”

“Now I’ve paid for what I did to the woman you love. Was that sincere enough?”

I walked away, blood dripping behind me.

One hand against the wall, I barely stayed upright.

Luca started toward me.

Bianca clung to his neck.

“It hurts. Take me to the hospital. Leo can’t go hungry.”

He hesitated.

Then carried her the other way.
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  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 35

    Before winter, Luca requested one final visit.I thought about it for two days.Then I agreed.Across the glass, he looked thinner.He lifted the receiver.“Does your leg still hurt?”I didn’t answer.“Why did you ask me here?”He lowered his eyes and picked up a sheet of paper.“I wrote an account. The time he was born. The orders I gave. Everything I did.”“My lawyer will send it to you. Not for forgiveness. So no one can tell you that you remembered it wrong.”I looked at the paper.At last, he was leaving the truth under his own name instead of burying it in my emotions, my body, my silence.“What else?”His eyes reddened.“I wanted to ask whether you gave him a name.”“Yes.”He tightened his hold on the receiver.Waiting.I didn’t repeat it.He’d heard it before. He didn’t need me to offer it again now.That name belonged to the nights I’d woken alone, the appointments I’d attended alone, the child I’d carried.Not to him.His mouth trembled.“I’m sorry.”Once, I had wanted those

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 34

    The case didn’t end after one hearing.Additional records. Verification. Waiting for the next date.Life divided into long stretches between them.I began working again.My first new restoration was a small painting with a damaged corner.It wasn’t valuable.The owner asked whether I could make the damage disappear completely.I studied the tear in the canvas.“I can repair it. But it’s been damaged. I can’t make it something that never was.”He said to preserve what needed preserving.The work took six weeks.On delivery day, Claire called.Luca would no longer deny his principal actions.His account didn’t settle Bianca’s part.She still tried to place everything that happened near the morgue on the physician.Only after the original recording, device data, and witness accounts were checked against one another did she stop denying she had entered.When the judgments finally came, I sat with my hands on my knees.Luca faced a long prison term.Bianca and the physician would serve sent

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 33

    I didn’t sleep before my first court appearance.Claire rehearsed the likely questions.Why hadn’t I gone straight to the police?Why had I stayed at the estate?Why leave alone while injured?They would ask about medication.Whether my memory could be confused.Afterward, I washed my face.The scars in the mirror had faded.My calf still ached if I stood too long.In court, Luca sat across the room.He rose when he saw me.His lips moved.I kept walking.When it was my turn, opposing counsel asked exactly what Claire had predicted.“If you believed your husband intended to harm you, why didn’t you seek help immediately?”I held the edge in front of me.“He controlled the hospital and the people who brought me there.”“I woke up injured. My baby was missing.”“I didn’t know whom I could speak to without it getting back to him.”The lawyer turned a page.“Yet you were able to arrange international travel?”“Yes.”“So you weren’t entirely incapable of taking action.”“Being afraid doesn’

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 32

    When Bianca was called for further questioning, Rosa came to see me again.She waited beneath the law office without the authority she’d carried into our first meeting.“Ten minutes.”I agreed, with Claire present.Rosa took a photograph of Leo from her bag.“He’s grown.”The baby slept beside a little stuffed lion.I didn’t push the picture away.“Who’s caring for him?”“A nanny. We can still afford to feed a child.”The sharpness remained, but her eyes reddened.“He doesn’t know any of this.”“I know.”She seemed startled.As though no one had reminded her whom I blamed.“I haven’t asked anyone to hurt Leo or take away his care.”“But you can’t use him to excuse three adults.”Her fingers creased the photograph.“Luca’s falling apart. He handed everything over. He won’t even defend himself.”“That’s his choice.”“You were husband and wife.”I met her eyes.“I was a mother too.”At last, she went quiet.Then she spoke softly.“The hospital gave me that consent form. I knew something w

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 31

    Luca’s account didn’t end everything.Four days later, Alan received an anonymous email.It contained a photograph of his daughter leaving school.No explicit threat.Only one sentence: “A father should think of his child first.”Claire reported it and postponed the planned meeting.I sat in her office, struggling to breathe.This was how they silenced people.First, tell them something matters more than the truth.Then show them the person they cannot bear to lose.“I can stay off the witness stand for now,” Alan said.“You have the record. I can’t risk her.”“Take care of your daughter.”I didn’t ask him to be brave.I had no right to demand another father gamble with his child’s safety for mine.That evening, Bianca called from another number.The sweetness was gone.“Do you understand now? People won’t keep destroying their lives for you.”I started recording.“Did you arrange the photograph?”“Don’t make accusations.”A pause.“I’m reminding you Leo is little. If something happens

  • The Don Killed My Son for His Mistress’s Heir   Chapter 30

    Three days later, Luca asked to see me.Claire chose the same meeting room.He brought no jewels or folder.He wasn’t wearing the black suit that used to make people afraid to approach him.After sitting down, he removed his watch.I’d given it to him during our first year of marriage.I glanced at it but didn’t take it.“I’m not returning it.”He set it before himself.“When I wear it, I keep thinking I can get back to before.”Claire switched on the recording equipment.“What would you like to state?”Luca looked at me. Dark shadows marked his eyes.“I ordered the perimeter guards removed from the docks.”My nails dug into my palms.He spoke slowly, as though waiting for interruption.“I authorized the payment. I knew which car she’d be in.”Claire didn’t let him remain vague.“Who do you mean by ‘she’?”“Evelyn.”Hearing my name, I remembered him straightening my collar before I left that morning.He’d said the baby would love the gift.“What were you thinking when you watched me ge

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