The Rule He Made for Me

I was the Donna of the Marchetti family, but I wasn't Sicilian. Since the Marchetti family was founded, it had never accepted an outsider as Donna. To keep the family in line, my husband, Don Carmine, set a special rule just for me. Every cent I spent had to go through a spending request process, reviewed by his advisor, Bianca. "I trust you, sweetheart. But I'm the Don. I have to answer to the whole family." No one would believe it. Seven years married, and I, the Donna who looked so glamorous on the outside, couldn't even buy a dress without waiting for approval. A week ago, the baby in my womb had an unstable heartbeat. I needed treatment, fast. I called Carmine for help. The one who answered was Bianca. She refused with a cold laugh. "No approval. Against the rules." At the edge of breaking down, I could only reach for my last lifeline. Lucky for me, the baby survived. But in that moment, my heart died. I had stayed there because I loved Carmine. But if in his eyes I was just a sacrifice to the family's rules, then there was no reason to stay. I left. With my child. This time, I didn't need anyone's approval.