Love That Froze and Thawed
The day I found out I was pregnant, they threw me in the cold room.
Ninety-nine calls later, Sandro Vaitti finally picked up.
"The Family made that call," he said. "It was Genny's birthday. She got a fever because of you. This is your punishment. Just wait—once you're out, I'll marry you."
Sandro's favorite line? 'Just wait.'
His mafia family hated me. He swore once he gave them their precious heir, he'd cut ties and choose me.
I bought it. Waited two years.
Waited while he hooked up with Helga Cicili and had a kid—Genny.
Then came the kicker: A daughter can't carry the Family name. He had to have a son with Helga.
And yeah, I believed him. Again.
Waited another year—until Helga got pregnant with his golden boy.
I thought, 'Finally. Done waiting.'
Then plot twist—I was pregnant too. Day before the wedding. Felt like fate.
Didn't even get to tell him.
They locked me up. Cold room.
I curled up, shaking, barely breathing.
When the door creaked open, I knew—
I was done.
Done waiting.
Done begging.
I'd leave. And I'd take my baby with me.