Semua Bab The Forgotten Wife of the Mafia Boss: Bab 11 - Bab 15

Just as my revenge was drawing to a close, and despair over my failure to find Seraphina was swallowing me whole, an unexpected piece of news struck me like a bolt of lightning.My personal physician, while sorting through the medical records from the day she fainted and the test reports from the hospital I’d sent her to, stumbled upon an overlooked result. The report confirmed that Seraphina had indeed been pregnant back then—two months along, with a risk of miscarriage due to her frail health and severe emotional distress. Her words to me back then, I’m pregnant, had not been a lie, but the truth.The doctor rushed the report to me at once, his hands trembling as he spoke: “Don, the lady… the lady was truly pregnant. She kept it from you, and with all the suffering she endured afterward, her health only grew worse. I don’t know… I don’t know if the child is still with us.”I clutched the report, my entire body rigid, my mind a complete blank. All my strength seemed to drain away in a

I pulled myself together, my gaze still cold as I locked eyes with Alessandro, and said each word slowly and clearly: “What are you doing here? I don’t want to see you. Leave.”My voice was quiet, yet laced with an icy indifference that left no room for doubt.I knew I couldn’t back down this time. For my baby, for everything I’d fought so hard to build, I had to be brave—and push him away for good.“Seraphina…” His voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with abject helplessness and pleading. “I know I was wrong. I truly do. I’ve found out the whole truth. Bianca lied to me. I should have believed you, I shouldn’t have hurt you, shouldn’t have hurt our child. Please, forgive me. Give me a chance to make it right, please?”I stared at him, my eyes still cold, not a single flicker of emotion crossing my face.“Make it right?” I let out a bitter laugh, my tone sharp with sarcasm and exhaustion. “Alessandro, do you really think you can ever make this right? The pain you inflicted on me, on

Just then, Alessandro’s phone rang.Cast aside all dignity, he sank to the ground and answered it, hitting the speaker without a second thought. That’s when I heard the urgent, panicked voice of his man on the other end: “Don, it’s a disaster! Several allied families have betrayed us out of nowhere. They’ve seized our key smuggling routes and killed some of our top lieutenants. The family is in complete chaos—we need you back at once to take control!”Alessandro froze stiff all over. I knew full well that when it came to the family, there was no time for hesitation for him.He was the Don of the De Luca family. He couldn’t turn his back on its fate, couldn’t let the family fall to ruin at his hands.Alessandro turned to me, his gaze brimming with regret, unwillingness and utter despair. Then he spun around and walked away from the villa gate, one slow, heavy step after another.His back was a lonely, desolate silhouette, etched with endless remorse and bitterness.Alessandro was gone.