All Chapters of My “Broke” Husband Was the Mafia Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Camilla's heart was in turmoil.She would have preferred Marcello to question her, to point a gun at her, rather than this—this unnerving calm, as if nothing had happened.After the memorial, Marcello went home without a word.Camilla followed him cautiously. "Marcello... can you give me a chance to explain?"Once the door was closed, Marcello's mask fell away.He collapsed onto the sofa, a bone-deep chill in his eyes that he could no longer hide.He looked at Camilla, his voice flat."Talk."Camilla forced a smile."Marcello, I didn't mean for it to happen...""I know going to the casino was against the rules. I was scared to tell anyone. I didn't want to cause trouble for you, for Phoebe, for my child! So... so I panicked and blamed everything on Phoebe. I never thought it would end like this! But..."Her tone shifted. "When you think about it, this whole tragedy happened because you were trying to stand up for me! It's not my fault! Marcello, don't be too hard on yourself. It was ju

Marcello's mind went blank."What is this?!"Camilla's pupils shrank. She lunged forward to stop him, but it was too late.Marcello yanked down the baby's pants, revealing large patches of purple bruises and a dense cluster of needle marks on his pale legs.He stared at the injuries, a heavy stone pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.A surge of rage rushed to his head. The blood in his veins boiled.His eyes, like daggers, turned to Camilla. He pulled out his gun and pressed it to her forehead."What is this?"Camilla forced a smile. "Leo must have accidentally..."Marcello's roar cut her off. "Lies!""Leo can't even walk yet at his age! How could he do this to himself? Camilla, did you do this? I'm giving you one last chance. Tell me the truth!"Marcello's voice was sharp, filled with an authority that allowed no argument.Camilla trembled, her eyes welling up with tears."I did it! But I only did it... because of you!""Marcello, I don't understand. You love me, so why c

Camilla was rushed to the emergency room. They saved her life.But when she woke up, her mind was gone.She spent her days cradling a pillow, stroking it gently. "There, there, my sweet baby... Mommy's here. No one's going to take you away..."Outside the room, a nurse sighed."The patient suffered a severe shock and emotional trauma. The concussion prevented her from processing it, and the stress continuously affected her central nervous system. So... when she woke up, she had severe psychiatric symptoms.""If we treat her, she can stay in the hospital, take medication, get some rest. She might get better. If we give up, she'll have to be transferred to a psychiatric hospital for long-term care. And that... will be her life."Marcello looked at Camilla with cold eyes. He didn't hesitate."Send her to the psychiatric hospital. I'll cover the costs."They were both murderers who had caused Phoebe's death.He was doomed to live with regret for the rest of his life.And for Camilla, losin

I was silent for a moment.So, Marcello didn't know we were divorced.Of course.He never loved me, so he never paid attention to anything about me.But the me of today wouldn't cry over it.I continued, my face impassive, as if telling someone else's story."The reason I disappeared so completely is because I filed for a dissolution of marriage with the New York courts. I got my decree a long time ago.""Your copy is probably still in a pile of mail somewhere. Or maybe you just forgot to check. Our marriage no longer exists.""Congratulations. You can finally be with Camilla and our... no, your child, out in the open."Even mentioning the child that wasn't mine anymore, my heart ached."No..."Marcello's eyes were vacant. He muttered, dazed, "No... impossible..."My few simple words had just passed a death sentence on his months of desperate searching, on our entire marriage.He grabbed my hand, his eyes red as blood."Phoebe, you're lying, right?""You wouldn't leave me. We were marr

I dove into my cot and pulled the curtain, my heart pounding.My tent-mate, another doctor, saw my flushed face and sidled up, full of gossip."Phoebe, what's the story? Whispering sweet nothings with Commander Klaus? Or is it about that man who stormed in today? Who was he?"I burrowed into my sleeping bag. "Don't ask! It's definitely not because of that man!"The nurse looked thoughtful. "So it is because of Commander Klaus..."I pulled the sleeping bag over my head, feeling a little dazed.The old me, the one who slaved away on the operating table, who poured her heart and soul into a love that imprisoned her, would never have imagined that I could have this vibrant, new life.That day, I had dragged my injured body from the exploded warehouse. Before my ride could find me, I collapsed from exhaustion.In my hazy memory, a young man had rushed forward, cleaning and bandaging my wounds.His movements were incredibly gentle.When I bit down on his arm in a pain-induced reflex, he didn