All Chapters of Leave Me and Raise Her Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My husband, Cesare Ferrante, the most feared Don of the Ferrante family, had always hated children. Yet everything changed the moment my stepsister, Bianca Moretti, moved in next door with her six-month-old baby.Suddenly, my husband became obsessed with that child. He personally fed the baby formula, sang lullabies, and carried the baby everywhere he went. Every day, he came home exhausted at dawn, yet his face glowed with joy, as if that baby occupied his entire soul.I became invisible to him. Three days ago, someone forced my car off the road, and I crashed into the median. Blood streamed down my forehead, and my vision swam. I called Cesare 55 times.He did not answer a single call. Instead, he posted a photo of the baby on his social media.[My little angel smiled today!]I had had enough. Tonight at the family banquet, every member of the famiglia was seated around the table. I raised my final toast, then set down my glass."I want a divorce."They all froze."Are you insane?"

For the next three days, I stayed at a hotel. I turned off my phone and cut off all contact.On the fourth morning, I pushed open the door to a private café. My personal lawyer, Dario Ricci, was waiting for me. I had once protected him from a lethal threat. He owed me his life. Even if every member of the Ferrante family turned their backs on me, his loyalty would never waver.Dario finished reading the materials I handed him, then looked up. Behind his glasses, his expression was complicated. "Madre, do you know what you're doing?""I do," I said."A family tribunal," he repeated the words slowly."The last time someone requested this was 15 years ago. After that trial, the petitioner's mother was exiled from the family. The petitioner herself jumped into the river three months later."Madre, you don't have to go down this road. Once you initiate a tribunal, everything about you will be laid bare in front of everyone. The heir in your belly, your social media chat logs, even you

The day of the family tribunal arrived. The hall was packed with the Ferrante family members. They had all come to watch me fail—to watch me get humiliated, shamed, and cast out from the family I was born into.Bianca sat in the gallery, staring at me with mockery written all over her face. My parents sat beside her. They would not even look at me.I stood at the petitioner's podium wearing a black suit, my hair pinned up without a strand out of place. My belly had begun to swell slightly, hidden beneath the tailored cut.Across from me stood Cesare. His suit was sharp, and his presence was commanding. He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice. "Giulia, it's not too late to back out. For the sake of all our years together, as long as you withdraw your petition now and apologize to Bianca, I promise I won't hold you accountable."I shook my head. "Never."The gavel struck, and the tribunal began.Cesare had hired an elite legal team. Every mistake in our marriage was documented,

Cesare shot to his feet and pointed at the large screen. "This is fabricated! Modern technology can synthesize any footage."He tried to cling to the last shreds of his authority as the Don, desperately maintaining his composure.However, the judge ignored his protests and signaled the tribunal's technical expert to verify the authenticity of the videos. A few minutes later, the expert looked up and reported to the judge with certainty. "The videos show no signs of tampering. They're completely authentic."Hearing that, Cesare's elite legal team immediately changed tactics and attempted to downplay the severity."Your Honor, even if the recordings are real, as the Don, Cesare Ferrante is busy with the family business every day. He bears immense pressure. Giulia showed him no care and consistently neglected her duties as a wife."Cesare lowered his eyes on cue, his expression pained. "Giulia, if you had spent even a little time caring about me, I wouldn't have had to seek comfort e

A doctor's voice came through the phone. The doctor told me Cesare had been seriously attacked. The hospital could not reach his immediate family and had to call his emergency contact.I drove to the hospital. Through the glass of the intensive care unit, I saw Cesare covered in blood.After our divorce, he immediately faced brutal retaliation.Branded with the crime of consorting with the enemy, he not only lost the family's protection but also became a target for manhunts and retribution throughout the entire mafia underworld.He lay quietly on the hospital bed. Looking at the once invincible Don now brought so low, I felt nothing. I turned and left.Back at my private apartment, I had just sat down at the table when my phone rang again. This time, it was Cesare's mother, Vittoria Bianchi, calling.She had spent years convalescing in the hospital. Her health was fragile, so she knew nothing of what had happened outside.Her voice came through weakly. "Giulia, please come see m