The Don Never Heard Me
I loved Adriano Ferraro—yeah, that Don—for five freaking years. He wasn't just my fiancé; he was my anchor in a world where loyalty got tested, and weakness got you killed.
We had it all mapped out—dreams, plans, a future we actually thought we owned. Until I lost our baby.
I reached for him, shaking, desperate for anything.
But comfort never came.
Instead, it was her. His stepsister, propped up. "Don't buy her act. She's just fishing for attention—again."
That snake smiled like she just won a prize for emotional torture, dripping venom while fanning the flames.
And Adriano? He bought it. He turned away.
In that moment, it hit me—I wasn't just grieving. I was completely alone. The kid
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