A Second Chance at Lies
After I divorced the mafia boss, he pleaded outside my house on bended knees for us to get back together.
Apparently, it struck him that I was the only one for him.
To win me back, he dropped every lover he kept on the side and made a spectacle of his love across the city. At our wedding, he lit the sky with fireworks to show the city of Naples that he had me back in his life again.
All envious eyes were on me as I completely had his heart.
The eve of our first Valentine’s Day together after our second wedding, I went for a hospital check-up, only to find that I was expecting.
With the pregnancy test result in hand, I wanted to share the good news with him right away, but I ran into him taking another woman with a bump for a prenatal appointment.
The doctor congratulated them on their newborn, due next week. The woman was a childhood friend of his.
As it turned out, he begged me for another shot at marriage while impregnating another behind my back.
His proclamation of undying love was nothing more than lies to keep me sweet.
I didn’t cry, nor did I raise hell.
All I did was take out my entire savings to stage a plane crash to fake my death.
Since a divorce couldn’t free me from him, I’d make him lose me forever.
By the time he realized that I was carrying his child, the only thing he’d have left of me was a death certificate.