Chapter 4

"You're not worthy of him. Whether it's Wesley or Bruno, they'll forever belong to me! You'll never be worthy!" Lilah hissed. My face was still numb from the slap. But before I could react, Lilah suddenly grabbed my hand and, using me for momentum, flung herself to the floor. All curled up on the floor, she instantly appeared pitiful. "Amara, it's not that I think your photos are bad… I just wanted to ask if you could try a different angle. But… it's okay…" Bruno walked in right at that moment, and the kettle in his hand fell to the floor. He rushed over, pushed me aside, and quickly checked on Lilah. "Bruno, I'm okay. Don't blame Amara. I was the one who lost my balance…" "You're too kind-hearted, Lilah. You don't need to cover for her. I saw everything!" Bruno carefully helped Lilah up, treating her as gently as if she were a wounded gazelle. He held her close as he fixed me with a cold, sharp gaze. This was the first time in our five years of marriage that he had looked at me in such a way. "Amara, apologize to Lilah! I've been too lenient with you all these years, and now, you're going so far as to harm your sister-in-arms! Do you know that an injury to her face could affect her missions?" Bruno's rage-filled eyes bore into me, yet he somehow didn't see the handprint on my face. I met his gaze calmly. "Lilah is the one who should apologize. She insulted my father! Bruno, are you not going to explain the things you did to my father?" A flash of panic crossed his eyes. "That's so far in the past already. Why are you making a fuss about it now? I promised him I'd protect you, but that was on the condition that you wouldn't hurt Lilah." I snorted coldly, finally seeing his true colors. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me, and I fell backward. … When I opened my eyes again, the sharp smell of disinfectant flooded my nose. A female doctor working for the family happened to be packing up her instruments. "Congratulations, you're pregnant! You've always been healthy, but you'll need to take good care of yourself during this time, and make sure your emotions don't spike." My hand reflexively moved to my lower abdomen. For the past five years, I had always hoped for a child with Bruno. And yet, the baby just had to choose this time to arrive. My private phone vibrated. It was a message from Bruno. "The doctor said you just need to rest. Once you apologize to Lilah, I'll have someone pick you up and bring you back to the Scrician castle." I sneered as I turned off my phone. "Ma'am, the Don has arranged an additional examination for you. Please follow me." As I followed the doctor toward a side room, I sensed that something was off. Lilah's voice suddenly rang out from behind me. "I heard you're pregnant? Looks like I underestimated you. Do you know why you haven't gotten pregnant these past five years?" I turned around, meeting her smug gaze. "Because I told the Don that your child would jeopardize his whole operation in the mafia. The calcium supplements he gives you every day are actually contraceptives!" Lilah studied my reaction carefully, waiting for me to break down. But I just responded calmly, "Okay." As I turned around, preparing to leave, a powerful force suddenly hit me from behind. Losing my footing, I tumbled down the marble stairs. Pain flooded through my body, and I watched helplessly as blood seeped across the expensive carpet. I lost our child. The moment I left the operating room, I placed the divorce papers on the bedside table in the ward I had been placed in. I left the family's private hospital and headed straight for the airport. Just before takeoff, a final text from Bruno came through. "I didn't think you'd have the guts to cross Lilah. You don't have an ounce of class that befits the title of the Don's wife. Put away your pride and apologize immediately!" I crushed the SIM card and threw it into the trash can at the airport. Bruno, who was tasting wine with Lilah at the castle vineyard, suddenly heard his private phone ring. "Don Zedano! Mrs. Zedano has gone missing! She left a… document on the bedside table. You must take a look at it!"