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A sudden commotion broke out just outside the main house.“Get a doctor! Now! If anything happens, none of you will be able to answer for it!”A second later, urgent knocking slammed against the bedroom door.“Boss! It’s from Sophia’s side. She’s in pain—there’s bleeding. You need to come right away!”Enzo shoved me aside without hesitation.My back slammed into the brass bedpost, pain shooting through me.He didn’t even glance back.“What happened?” he snapped as he yanked the door open.“Bring the car around. I want the doctor here now.”Then he was gone.Just like that.Marco—my father’s longtime soldier, assigned to me after the wedding—rushed in and steadied me before I could fall.“Ma’am… don’t cry,” he said quietly.I froze.Was I crying?I touched my face. My fingers came away wet.A bitter smile tugged at my lips.“Help me up,” I said.“I’m going over there.”If I didn’t, I already knew what would happen.By morning, Donna Victoria would make sure everyone heard exactly how “i

By the time the city lights came alive across Manhattan, dinner was being served at the Vitale estate.Sophia rested a hand lightly over her stomach, her tone soft, almost concerned.“Do you think Elena is upset?” she asked gently.“Maybe I overstepped. It’s already dark, and she still hasn’t come back.”Donna Victoria set her glass down with a sharp sound.“She’s got nerve,” she said coldly.“Making me wait at the table?”Her expression hardened.“She can’t give this family a child, and she can’t even handle the basics. What exactly is she good for?”Then she turned to Enzo.“Good thing I made you take responsibility for both sides,” she said.“Otherwise, this family would be left without an heir.”Her gaze shifted to Sophia, softening.“At least she knows how to deliver.”A faint, dismissive smile followed.“Give it time—she’ll give us more. Unlike someone who’s been nothing but a wasted investment.”Sophia quickly leaned in, soothing her.“Don’t worry,” she said sweetly.“I’ll give

The rooms were so bare they looked more like staff quarters than anything meant for the wife of the head of the family.Enzo stopped short.“How could Elena have been living here?” he said. “Why is there nothing in this room?”One of the house staff answered in a shaking voice.“Mrs. Sophia said that because she was carrying the heir, the household had to cut unnecessary expenses. She said Madam’s rooms should set the example first. The monthly household allowance was reduced. The jewelry, the silver, the decorative pieces—she said none of it was to be displayed here.”The servant hesitated, then forced herself to continue.“She also said Madam didn’t need rich food. No meat. No fish. Just vegetables and tofu. She said there was no reason to waste proper nourishment on a woman who wasn’t pregnant.”Enzo stood very still.All he could see was Sophia’s table—heavy with food at every meal. The dresses she wore. The jewels at her throat and wrists. The things in her hair.All of them had o

“Elena,” he said, his voice breaking, “you don’t understand. I know I wronged you, but you can still come back. We can fix this.”She looked at him for a long moment, then laughed softly.Not warmly.Not kindly.Just with the quiet disbelief of a woman who had already buried whatever once lived between them.“Enzo,” she said, “my life is good now. I earn my own money. I live by my own hands. No one watches me across a dinner table waiting for me to fail. No one punishes me because I refuse to bow low enough. No one asks me to smile while the man I married shares himself with another woman.”Her gaze did not waver.“I’m done with houses like yours. With rules like yours. With women like your mother. With the kind of life where every room is a contest and every kindness has a price.”Then her voice turned colder.“And more than that—you betrayed me. There is no returning from that. No matter how much you regret it, you are no longer the man I married.”A beat.“Every time I look at you,