Chapter 3

I was trapped on the island for three full days, with no water and electricity. If not for the emergency rations left behind by the housekeeper, my child and I might not have survived.

Three days later, the typhoon finally passed. The one who came to pick me up wasn't Carlo, but his Underboss.

When I returned to the city, I wasn't comforted or given an explanation.

What awaited me was a viral trending headline. "Carlo La Rosa From the La Rosa Famiglia Visits Serena Sergio During the Typhoon. True Love Prevails!"

In the photos, Serena was dressed in a hospital gown, weakly leaning against Carlo's chest. They were looking at each other with unmistakable affection.

And I, his lawfully wedded wife and the Madre of the La Rosa famiglia, played the most ridiculous role in their game.

Someone found out I had been abandoned on the island. The comments section was filled with mockery.

"I can't believe a bankrupt nobody is trying to compete with Serena. What a joke!"

"Having a Madre like her is an embarrassment to the La Rosa famiglia."

Ever since I showed up by Carlo's side, I had been doused with mockery. I had long since gotten used to it.

But the tender way he looked at Serena made my stomach churn.

Later that evening, Carlo sent someone over with an evening gown.

I was ordered to attend that night's charity gala. It was merely a facade meant to stabilize family businesses and their stock prices.

I didn't refuse, nor do I have the right to.

I sat in front of the vanity, letting the stylists work on me.

When I was about to change into the evening gown, I realized the zipper wouldn't close.

It wasn't my size at all.

The fabric pressed tightly against my abdomen, causing a dull ache and making it hard even to breathe.

"This… seems to be in Ms. Sergio's size, Madre La Rosa," the stylist softly said.

I let out a bitter chuckle.

Even the evening gown I was given was something Serena had worn before, or tailored to her measurements.

But I had no choice. I had to swallow the humiliation for Mamma. I would endure it for her.

I took a deep breath and forced the zipper up. Even if it felt like my bones were crushed, I would make it through that night.

…

The gala venue glimmered under the lights. I entered arm in arm with Carlo, a practiced smile plastered on my face.

He looked impeccable in his black suit, proper and polished. However, I was the only one who knew how rotten his core was beneath that exterior of his.

The crowd started to stir the moment we stepped inside.

Serena had arrived.

She was dressed in a custom white gown, looking as if she'd just stepped out of a fairytale.

But I instantly recognized the gown's design as the award-winning piece I had made in college.

What hurt even more was that the necklace around her neck was an unreleased design I had in my sketchbook.

It was meant to be a gift for my future child. So, how was Serena wearing it?

It must have been from Carlo. No one else could have accessed my drafts.

Serena headed straight toward us, ignoring me entirely as she slipped her arm through Carlo's other arm.

"This gown is a little long, Carlo. I'm afraid I might trip," she said, her voice sickly sweet.

Carlo didn't pull away. Instead, he naturally placed a hand at her waist. "Be careful."

With the three of us standing together, I, the lawfully wedded wife, became unnecessary and painfully out of place.

The surrounding guests started whispering among themselves, their eyes gleaming with distasteful anticipation.

"See? Don La Rosa still dotes on Serena."

"Madre La Rosa is so pitiful. She looks like a handbag-carrying assistant."

I straightened up and tried to pull my arm free from Carlo's grasp.

But instead, he tightened his grip and warned under his breath, "Don't move. Don't embarrass me."

I wondered who exactly was embarrassing whom now.

I endured it silently until a server passed by with a tray of red wine.

Serena deliberately twisted her ankle, tilting her body just enough to spill an entire glass of red wine on me. My light-colored gown was instantly stained, looking like a complete mess.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, Lydia. I didn't mean to," Serena said while covering her mouth, yet her eyes held no trace of regret.

Carlo frowned. His first reaction was to check whether she had been splashed. Only when he made sure that she was alright did he turn to me.

His eyes were filled with disdain. "Why are you so careless? Go stand in a corner. Don't make yourself an eyesore."

I clenched my clutch tightly, my nails digging into my palm.

This was the man I had loved for ten years.

I went to clean myself up in the restroom. When I walked out, I ran into Serena. She was leaning against the wall, swirling her wine glass.

The earlier fragility was completely gone by now.

"Lydia, you'll give up your position if you're smart enough," Serena said, her voice low. She smiled cruelly. "That thing in your belly? You won't be able to keep it."