The Mafia’s Forgotten Wife: Pregnant and Abandoned

Isabella’s POV“I don’t want to eat seafood.”Then, as if a sudden thought occurred to him, Vincent shifted his tone, “Oh, right. You probably shouldn’t have the sashimi. I just remembered you’re allergic or something?”“Sorry, Isabella,” Rosa shot me a glance. “I’ve been craving sashimi ever since I got pregnant,” she added with a slight shrug. “But if you’re not in the mood for seafood, we can always switch to another restaurant. I guess.”Vincent hesitated as he looked at me, clearly unsure of how to proceed. "Well, how about we go and let Rosa pick whatever she wants, then I’ll take you to the restaurant you like?"I glanced between them. Vincent’s insistence felt off, and Rosa’s feigned casual concern only made me feel more exposed.I stayed silent, my quiet refusal hanging in the air. Was he going to leave with me now that he remembered I hated seafood?But as the moments stretched, Vincent said nothing. His gaze flickered between Rosa and me, hesitation written all over his face

Isabella’s POVAfter their flight took off, I finally felt a sense of relief. Now, all I had to do was wait for my real parents to pick me up.Just twelve more hours, and I’d finally be free from Vincent and all the lies. I was so happy I even ate another piece of steak at dinner.When I spoke with my real parents on the phone, I told them Vincent had surrounded the mansion with nearly thirty bodyguards.My father chuckled on the other end. “Thirty? Don’t worry about it. Your dad has thousands of them.”“Just relax and wait for us, okay?” he said.I didn’t know if he was exaggerating, but it was enough that they were coming to get me.After dinner, while I was reading in the living room, Rosa’s mother arrived, followed by Vincent’s parents and my adoptive parents.They all looked at me like I was the villain.Vincent’s mother slammed a divorce agreement on the table. “Sign this. Get rid of that bastard child in your belly. The Falcon family can’t be more ashamed of you.”Rosa’s mother

Vincent’s POVI was feeling a sudden ease at my heart, almost as if I forgot something important or losing something important.Actually I had been getting this feeling the day I left home. And now, the feeling was getting stronger by seconds, almost make my heart burn. Did something happen back at the mansion? Did something happen to Isabella?I pulled out the phone and called Isabella’s number. A dozen tries, still no one answered. Now I was officially panicked. Why the hell did Isabella not answering her damn phone?I got off the bed, pulling out the jacket and pants, trying to walk out of this room. But Rosa’s voice stopped me, “Vincent, where are you going?”“I have to go back to check on Isabella. She’s not answering her phone.”Rosa’s voice trembled, almost crying out, “So you just going to leave me here? Alone?” That’s right, I can’t go back. Go back means leaving Rosa all along in this house. I walked to her side, gently pulling her into my arms, “Don’t cry, I won’t leave.

Isabella’s POVI married Ethan a year later, and I can confidently say our marriage couldn’t have been more perfect. Ethan cherished me in every possible way.Not long after, I became pregnant with his child.Ten months later, our daughter was born.Time passed, and when she turned two, I finally decided to fly back to New York with my parents.Stepping foot in New York again felt entirely different from when I had left. Back then, I was a different person. Now, I returned with my baby girl in my arms, my loving husband by my side, and my parents standing behind me. I was changed. Stronger. Happier.But the world is small—too small.I hadn't expected to cross paths with Rosa, yet there she was, selling balloons on the street.I hesitated, not ready to acknowledge her. I just wanted to walk past before her filthy hands could touch my dress.But she noticed me.Her eyes widened, and in an instant, she rushed toward me, dropping to her knees, gripping the fabric of my dress.“Isabella? Is