Chapter 6

The limousine stopped at the entrance, where the director of the hospital was already waiting. "Ms. Denaro informed us in advance. Our best doctors are waiting for her in the ward. We'll have someone take her inside."

Alessandro ignored the medical staff and placed Serafina on the bed himself.

The doctor barely spared her a glance before shouting, "The patient is unconscious! We need to commence electroconvulsive therapy."

Only then did Alessandro notice the large electric chair positioned in the room.

"But…"

He was about to say she was pregnant when Matilde suddenly stumbled at the doorway.

"My ankle hurts. I think I twisted it."

In the blink of an eye, two nurses secured Serafina to the chair.

The electric current surged through her body, and she woke with a scream, feeling like her head was about to be split open.

"Ah!"

When she opened her eyes, she saw Alessandro holding Matilde's ankle and gently rubbing it.

Everyone knew Alessandro was particular about cleanliness. If anyone other than Serafina touched his clothing, he would change into a new set immediately.

Serafina let out a quiet laugh.

As it turned out, she had never been the only exception.

In the next moment, the doctor increased the voltage again without acknowledging that she was awake. Her body convulsed violently as a warm stream of fluid ran down her thigh.

The dripping sound drew Alessandro's and Matilde's attention.

Blood pooled beneath Serafina as she pressed a trembling hand against her abdomen. She quickly realized the baby was gone.

Alessandro rushed over. "Serafina!"

The doctor's expression shifted. "Why didn't you mention she was pregnant?"

He stepped outside and called for assistance. "We need backup over here! We've got a pregnant patient who's haemorrhaging."

Five minutes passed, and no one came. By then, Serafina's face had gone pale from pain.

Alessandro stormed into the director's office and punched him. "Where is the doctor you arranged?"

The director looked confused. "What doctor?"

"The one who caused my wife to miscarry! Didn't he leave to get help?"

Back in the room, only Serafina and Matilde remained.

"Serafina, how are you feeling?"

Matilde walked over with concern. She leaned close enough that her breath brushed Serafina's ear as she whispered, "The doctor who caused your miscarriage was a fake doctor I arranged."

Serafina was still strapped down and unable to move, but her eyes burned with hatred. "Matilde, you'll pay for this!"

The door burst open just then as Alessandro and the director returned.

Matilde dropped to her knees with a loud thud and slapped herself in remorse. "This is my fault. I shouldn't have brought her here! I deserve to die for what I've done!"

She cried so convincingly that anyone who had walked in at that moment would've assumed she was the one who had just lost a child.

Serafina watched the performance without emotion.

"Then do it. Pay for my baby's life with your own."

"Serafina, calm down."

Alessandro pulled her into his arms, his heart aching as he brushed the tears from her face. "You're too emotional. That's not good for your body."

She pushed him away, her voice trembling in despair. "That was your baby, too! Don't you care at all?"

"It was an accident. Focus on recovering. We can always have another baby."

He leaned over to kiss her, intending to soothe her the way he always had before, but she refused to let him touch her.

"It wasn't an accident. She admitted to arranging for a fake doctor to cause my miscarriage!"

A flicker of doubt crossed Alessandro's eyes as he looked at Matilde. She had made comments before about not liking the fact that Serafina was pregnant.

Seeing his gaze settle on her, Matilde suddenly grabbed a pair of scissors from the nearby tray.

"It wasn't me! Alessandro, if you don't believe me, I'll prove it."

She lifted the scissors and aimed them directly at her own throat.

Alessandro reacted without a moment's pause. He caught the blade with his bare hand before it could touch her skin, and a deep gash split open across his palm.

"Enough!" he snapped.

With his uninjured hand, he held Matilde tightly, as though he were afraid she'd do something rash.

Then, he said to Serafina, "You've been under too much stress lately. In six days, I'll officially become Don of the Madonia family. You should just stayhere and focus on your recovery."

He summoned his most trusted Soldati to guard her and arranged for professional nutritionists and doctors to oversee her health and recovery.

"Let her out on the day of the succession ceremony," he instructed.

Serafina forced herself upright despite the pain. "Have you lost your mind, Alessandro? You're locking me up?"

He brushed her hair back gently. "Locking you up? That's not it. I'm just making sure you get better."

Before she could respond, Alessandro walked out with Matilde beside him, their fingers intertwined as if no one else existed.

Just before stepping through the door, Matilde turned back and gave Serafina a victorious smile.

Serafina lowered her eyes to the blood pooled on the floor and felt nothing but exhaustion.

…

The next day, the director returned with two male doctors and dismissed Alessandro's men.

One of them leered at her as he reached out to grope her. "You've been diagnosed with PTSD, haven't you? Exposure therapy works wonders in treating PTSD."

The other kept her firmly restrained. "Relax. This is legitimate treatment. We're not going to hurt you."

Serafina's voice broke as she cried, tears streaming down her face like broken chains of pearl. Her skin began to crawl as though ants were gnawing on it.

Alessandro's Soldati heard the noise and rushed in. For a moment, Serafina believed it was over, but Alessandro didn't seem to care at all.

"No one would dare touch what belongs to me. It's standard exposure therapy. Let them continue."

Serafina's heart sank as the strength drained from her body. She simply stared forward while they carried on. Eventually, the two doctors finally left, satisfied with their work.

Serafina reached for the phone her grandfather had left her and stated her second request, "I want a divorce from Alessandro."