The Don Who Chose Her

It had taken me seven whole years to help Leonardo Caruso become Don. The night he took the title, he held my hand tightly and announced to everyone, "From now on, no matter what happens, forget about me if you have to. The Donna stays safe." That night, everyone envied what we had. Then his childhood friend, Isabella Greco, returned from Sorrenza. He still escorted me to dinners and galas on his arm, but he handed the family business to Isabella and told me to focus on resting and caring for our baby. Isabella's father had died for him. Whenever she needed him, I had to come second. I believed that after surviving so many brushes with death together, he would never truly abandon me. That belief lasted until the night of our wedding anniversary, when our convoy was ambushed on the way back to the estate. I was trapped inside the overturned car, cradling my stomach as I begged him for help. The guard who had already reached my car was about to pull me out. Yet Leonardo called him away and ordered him to save Isabella first, even though she had only a few scratches. When I woke up, the baby was gone, and so was my chance of ever becoming pregnant again. Leonardo sat beside my bed with bloodshot eyes and ordered his men to hunt down every attacker and make them pay. Yet the order that had called the guard away from me had come from his own mouth. Years earlier, he had given up his chance to seize power just to turn back and save me. Now that he was Don, the baby and I had to wait while he saved someone else first. I faked my death and left him for good. From that moment on, I was going to live a life that belonged only to me.