The Canceled Wedding and The Mafia Bride’s Regret
My fiancée, Diana, is the princess of a powerful New York Mafia family. She
claims to love me deeply, yet a month before our wedding, she told me she wanted
to have a baby with her childhood sweetheart, claiming it was a "family arrangement."
I refused. But she brought it up every single day, pushing me into a corner as
if my consent didn’t matter.
Two weeks before the wedding, I received a pregnancy report from a private
clinic.
That’s when I found out she was already nearly a month pregnant.
She never intended to wait for my permission.
In that moment, I finally woke up. Our years of history were nothing but a
fragile illusion.
So, I canceled the wedding. I burned every single gift she had ever given me.
On the day we were supposed to say "I do," I boarded a flight to Italy to pursue
my advanced degree in clinical medicine. I officially accepted a mission with
Doctors Without Borders and cut all ties with the Mafia family.
From that day on, Diana and I were finished. For good.