The Wife He Used to Bury the Truth - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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"You'll never be good enough for them," Bianca hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Not for Raffaele. Not for Vincenzo. They've always been mine."
My cheek burned, but before I could react, Bianca suddenly grabbed my arm and flung herself to the ground.
She crumpled onto the floor, tears welling in her eyes as she bit her lip.
"I wasn't saying your photos were bad," she whimpered, her voice trembling as she glanced toward the door. "I just thought you might try a different angle... but why would you—never mind."
The door burst open.
Vincenzo stormed in, his water bottle clattering to the floor. His eyes blazed with fury as he rushed to Bianca's side.
"I'm okay, Vince," she whispered, her voice fragile. "Please, don't blame Sandra. I... I just tripped."
"You don't have to cover for her, B. I saw everything," Vincenzo growled. He lifted her like she was made of glass, his touch achingly gentle. Then his gaze locked onto me, sharp as a blade.
"Apologize, Alessandra!" he snapped. "Have I been too lenient with you? Letting you think you can hurt your own partner? Do you have any idea what happens to the business if she's injured?"
I met his glare with icy calm.
"She should be the one apologizing," I said evenly. "She insulted my father. And didn't you promise you'd always stand by me, husband?"
A flicker of panic crossed his face.
"Why bring that up now? I did promise your father I'd protect you," he said tightly. "But not when you hurt Bianca."
A bitter laugh escaped me. Finally, I saw him for what he truly was.
Then, a wave of dizziness crashed over me. My legs buckled, and everything faded to black.
The sharp scent of disinfectant stung my nose as I woke. A doctor stood beside the bed, packing her instruments.
"Congratulations," she said cheerfully. "You're pregnant. You're in good health, but you'll need to take it easy—avoid stress."
My hand drifted to my stomach.
For five years, I had dreamed of having Vincenzo's child. I just never imagined it would happen now—of all times.
My phone buzzed. A message from Vincenzo:
[The doctor says you just need rest.]
[Once you apologize to B, I'll send someone to pick you up.]
I smiled bitterly and turned it off.
"Madam, the Don has scheduled another check-up. Please come with me."
As I followed the doctor toward a side room, unease prickled at my skin.
Bianca's voice slithered from behind me. "I heard you're pregnant? Looks like I underestimated you." Her tone was poison. "Do you know why you really couldn't conceive these past five years?"
I turned to face her smug stare.
"It's because I told Vince your child would threaten his position in the family," she purred. "Those 'calcium supplements' he's been feeding you every day?" She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Birth control pills."
She watched, hungry for my reaction. But I gave her nothing.
With a hollow stare, I said, "Whatever."
I turned to leave—then a brutal shove sent me crashing down the marble stairs.
Pain exploded through me. Blood seeped into the plush carpet beneath me.
I lost the baby.
After the surgery, I left the divorce papers on the nightstand. Without a backward glance, I walked out of the family's private hospital and straight to the airport.
Just before takeoff, Vincenzo's final message came through:
[I didn't think you'd dare cross Bianca. You're utterly lacking the dignity of a Don's wife.]
[Swallow your pride and APOLOGIZE!]
My cheek burned, but before I could react, Bianca suddenly grabbed my arm and flung herself to the ground.
She crumpled onto the floor, tears welling in her eyes as she bit her lip.
"I wasn't saying your photos were bad," she whimpered, her voice trembling as she glanced toward the door. "I just thought you might try a different angle... but why would you—never mind."
The door burst open.
Vincenzo stormed in, his water bottle clattering to the floor. His eyes blazed with fury as he rushed to Bianca's side.
"I'm okay, Vince," she whispered, her voice fragile. "Please, don't blame Sandra. I... I just tripped."
"You don't have to cover for her, B. I saw everything," Vincenzo growled. He lifted her like she was made of glass, his touch achingly gentle. Then his gaze locked onto me, sharp as a blade.
"Apologize, Alessandra!" he snapped. "Have I been too lenient with you? Letting you think you can hurt your own partner? Do you have any idea what happens to the business if she's injured?"
I met his glare with icy calm.
"She should be the one apologizing," I said evenly. "She insulted my father. And didn't you promise you'd always stand by me, husband?"
A flicker of panic crossed his face.
"Why bring that up now? I did promise your father I'd protect you," he said tightly. "But not when you hurt Bianca."
A bitter laugh escaped me. Finally, I saw him for what he truly was.
Then, a wave of dizziness crashed over me. My legs buckled, and everything faded to black.
The sharp scent of disinfectant stung my nose as I woke. A doctor stood beside the bed, packing her instruments.
"Congratulations," she said cheerfully. "You're pregnant. You're in good health, but you'll need to take it easy—avoid stress."
My hand drifted to my stomach.
For five years, I had dreamed of having Vincenzo's child. I just never imagined it would happen now—of all times.
My phone buzzed. A message from Vincenzo:
[The doctor says you just need rest.]
[Once you apologize to B, I'll send someone to pick you up.]
I smiled bitterly and turned it off.
"Madam, the Don has scheduled another check-up. Please come with me."
As I followed the doctor toward a side room, unease prickled at my skin.
Bianca's voice slithered from behind me. "I heard you're pregnant? Looks like I underestimated you." Her tone was poison. "Do you know why you really couldn't conceive these past five years?"
I turned to face her smug stare.
"It's because I told Vince your child would threaten his position in the family," she purred. "Those 'calcium supplements' he's been feeding you every day?" She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Birth control pills."
She watched, hungry for my reaction. But I gave her nothing.
With a hollow stare, I said, "Whatever."
I turned to leave—then a brutal shove sent me crashing down the marble stairs.
Pain exploded through me. Blood seeped into the plush carpet beneath me.
I lost the baby.
After the surgery, I left the divorce papers on the nightstand. Without a backward glance, I walked out of the family's private hospital and straight to the airport.
Just before takeoff, Vincenzo's final message came through:
[I didn't think you'd dare cross Bianca. You're utterly lacking the dignity of a Don's wife.]
[Swallow your pride and APOLOGIZE!]
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