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The Last Thing I Gave Him

The Last Thing I Gave Him

Short Story · Mafia
By:  EternityCompleted
Language: English
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Tragic Love

Mafia

Bias

Female Growth

Winning Back the Wife

Awakening

On my thirtieth birthday, someone placed a photograph of my husband and another woman among my gifts. Dante Rossetti had his arm around Serena Caruso, the young singer he claimed was only a business investment. Every guest at the Don’s feast watched me, waiting for me to cry, break down, or chase after him like I always had. But this time, I only turned the photograph face down and cut the cake. For three months, Dante had been coming home late for Serena’s performances, Serena’s troubles, and Serena’s future. He said he was protecting the family’s investment. He said she was the next big thing. I believed him until the night I needed him most. When my pregnancy took a dangerous turn, I called Dante for help. He never came. That night, I lost the child we had both once treasured. After that, I went to the Rossetti matriarch and made one request. I wanted my marriage dissolved. Dante thought I would always forgive him. He thought I would always wait for him to come home. He was wrong. I left with nothing but the pieces of my broken life. Only after I disappeared did Dante learn the truth. The child he had promised to protect was gone. The wife who had loved him for five years was gone. And for the first time, Dante Rossetti realized that the one person who would have stayed by his side forever was the one person he had pushed away.

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Jenski S
Jenski S
This story is weird. The other woman set her up to be kidnapped and kicked on her pregnant belly, she then lost the baby… The husband knew who did this, but he didn’t do anything to the other woman. He could have called the police… the writing is ok but there’s a lot of things that missing l.
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Chapter 1
On my thirtieth birthday, the first thing I received was a photograph.In it, Dante's hand rested on Serena's waist. They stood backstage at the private club, close together, the lighting angled in a way that made it look intentional. Someone had placed it among the gift boxes on the table at the entrance. The envelope had no name on it.An hour earlier, he had knelt beside me in the bedroom, pressed his lips to my belly, and whispered to the child inside. He had told me he had business to handle that night and not to wait up. He kissed my forehead before he left.The guests at the feast turned to look at me at the same time, their faces bright with anticipation. The family's steward came over and asked if I wanted him to handle it. I said no. I turned the photograph face down on the table and went to cut the cake.I blew out the candles. Thirty flames, gone in one breath. Then I poured myself a glass of wine and stood by the window, watching the fireworks. From every direction, whispe
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Chapter 2
Dante had truly loved me once. He had stayed up with me designing every floor plan for Il Nido, back when he still stayed up, back when he still said "we built this together." On the night Il Nido opened, he stood at the door with my hand in his and said he hoped our love would last as long as the club. The day I told him I was pregnant, his eyes went red, and he transferred every asset he owned into my name, announcing it in front of the entire family.We were the perfect union. Love and loyalty made flesh.Late that night, I went back to my room and found my phone lit up on the nightstand. Dante had sent two photographs. Serena, changing backstage, adjusting her dress in front of a mirror, her face unreadable. Beneath them, a message from him: "Which one do you think looks better? Serena has a big performance coming up, and you have a good eye. Let me know."I stared at those words until the screen went dark. I did not reply. Before, every photograph would have made me cry until morn
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Chapter 3
I stared at the words and let out a short, quiet laugh.I did all the tests alone. The nurse drew blood without meeting my eyes. Cold gel spread across my belly, the probe pressing down, neither too hard nor too soft. When it was done, I sat in the hallway waiting for the results.Word traveled fast through the family network. I saw a photograph Serena had posted, the restaurant lighting warm and golden, Dante across from her, his gaze fixed on her face with a focus I had not seen him direct at me in months. The caption read: "Some people always know when you need them most."I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted iron.The hallway was quiet. I placed my hand on my belly and lowered my head. "Baby, if one day Mommy and Daddy separate, will you blame Mommy?"The child inside me shifted, a faint movement, like a reply or just a turn. I did not say anything else. The answer was already there.I went back to the estate alone after the clinic and started going through the holdings unde
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Chapter 4
On the anniversary of my mother's death, I wore all black, a single white rose pinned to my chest and stood at the center of the estate's great hall. The guests wore dark colors and spoke in low voices.After paying their respects, they filed past the altar one by one. Members of the family, associates, old friends of my mother's. Everything should have ended quietly. But as I was guiding the staff to seat the guests, a voice came from the doorway, soft but pointed: "Oh... why is everyone wearing black?"I looked up and saw Dante standing at the entrance. Behind him stood a woman holding a cake box tied with a pale blue ribbon, folded neatly. She wore a light dress, her hair half-braided, small pearls hanging from her ears.She leaned forward to look inside. Her gaze moved across the room and stopped on my mother's photograph at the center of the altar, framed by flickering candles. "Oh... today... someone passed away?"She looked down at the cake box in her hands, as if only then real
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Chapter 5
I stood in the middle of the empty room, a sharp ringing filling my ears. I hung up and opened my phone, scrolling through Serena's account. She kept everything public, like someone who wanted to be seen.I scrolled down a few posts. Her dog was wearing a tiny outfit I recognized. Soft cotton, hand-washed and ironed flat, now chewed shapeless, stained with saliva, hanging loose on the small animal. On the carpet behind it, torn into bright, unrecognizable pieces, were the toys.My baby's toys.Those toys had not come from a store. I had borrowed them from friends with children, mended each piece, washed them, dried them in the sun. Each one had been handed to me with a smile and the words "for your baby." Dante had taken them and given them to Serena's dog.I held my belly with one hand and left the estate.Il Nido occupied the top floors of a building in the city. I walked in. The receptionist stood when he saw me, his voice quick. "Madam, the Don is—"I walked past him like he was fu
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Chapter 6
A wave of absurdity washed over me.In this very room, he and I had drawn the floor plans for Il Nido together, calculated the first year's revenue, discussed which artists were worth signing. Back then, the desk did not have so many empty bottles on it, and the air did not smell like cigarette smoke. Now there were overturned glasses on the rug, and the ashtray was full.I turned and walked out, bent over the sink in the bathroom down the hall, and vomited until the tears and acid came up together.Over the next few days, I packed up everything for the baby. The small clothes, the hand-stitched blankets, the little leather shoes I had asked a friend to bring back from Florence. I wrapped them in paper, put them in boxes, and sent them to the house I owned in Europe. The house sat on a hillside, its windows facing olive groves, far from any Rossetti presence.Dante did not notice. He started sending things to the house instead. Expensive couture dresses, jewelry, boxes of designer chil
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Chapter 7
The murmurs at the tables had not stopped, and I could hear fragments from the chairs nearest me. "Has anyone seen Yvette?" someone asked. "She was here earlier." Another voice answered, "She is standing by the back wall. She has been there the whole time." A third voice, lower, almost inaudible: "I would not want to be in her position tonight."I kept my face still and let them talk.When Dante stepped onto the stage, the room went quiet. The lights found him. He looked comfortable up there, confident, like a man who had always known how to stand in front of a crowd. Serena stood aside, close enough to be noticed."Thank you all for being here tonight," Dante began, his voice amplified and warm. "Il Nido has been built on trust, on relationships, on the belief that what we build together outlasts what we build alone.""The past five years have taught me a lot about loyalty," he continued. "About who shows up when it matters and who does not. And I have come to realize that some people
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Chapter 8
After I left the hospital, my car had barely turned off the main road when an unfamiliar dark sedan appeared in the rearview mirror.I did not think much of it at first. It was normal for cars to follow on a suburban road at night.But then I turned at the next curve, and the sedan surged forward, headlights filling the mirror. I pressed the gas, but the other car was faster, pulling alongside and forcing me toward the shoulder. The tires hit gravel.The car jolted and stopped. The door was pulled open, and a hand reached in, grabbed my arm, and dragged me out of the driver’s seat.My shoulder hit the door frame, and the back of my head struck something hard. Before I could react, another hand covered my mouth and pushed me into the back seat.The door slammed shut.A man sitting in the front passenger seat turned to look at me.“Your husband ruined my company. He caused me to lose everything. I want five million dollars as compensation.”He leaned closer.“If you cannot get the money,
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Chapter 9
I landed in a small coastal town called Porta Vela. The helicopter touched down on a flat stretch of grass just outside the town limits, and the man who met me was a stranger. He said his name was Marco and that Elena had sent him. He drove an older dark sedan, and when I rolled down the window, classical music drifted out."Elena said you need a place to start over," he told me. "She said you are good at design."I nodded and did not say much.We drove along the coast for about twenty minutes before he stopped in front of an old building. It had been a warehouse once, facing the harbor. Most of the paint had peeled off the exterior, but the structure was solid, the windows were large, and light poured through the glass doors."This building is yours now," Marco said. "Elena bought it years ago. She has been waiting for someone to use it."I looked at the door. Inside, it was empty. Dust covered the floor, and the air smelled of old wood and sea salt. When I walked in, my footsteps ech
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Chapter 10
The first few days after the hospital, Dante told himself she would come back. She always came back. Every time they had fought, every time she had left the house in the middle of the night, she had always returned by morning. He told himself she just needed time. She needed to cool down. She needed to be alone for a little while, and then she would call, and he would pick her up, and they would go home.He went to the estate. The house was quiet. Her shoes were not by the door. Her coat was not on the hook. He walked through the rooms, checking each one, and found nothing out of place except the absence of her. He told himself she was at the clinic, that she needed rest. He drove to the clinic. The nurse at the front desk looked at him with a face he did not recognize. "She checked out," the nurse said. "Three days ago. She left alone."He stood there for a moment, not understanding. "She left alone?""Yes. She did not leave a forwarding address."He called her phone. It went straight
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