After My Miscarriage, My Cold Husband Chose His First Love

After that night, I buried myself in work at the family's downtown offices, staying late enough that the cleaning crews learned my name. I rarely returned to the brownstone Xavier and I shared on the east side of the Jade Quarter. The distance unsettled him. I could tell by the clipped voicemails he left, each one a degree cooler than the last.

One afternoon, my phone buzzed with a number I knew too well. Jane Salvatore. My mother-in-law, a woman who had never once looked at me without the faintest curl of disgust on her painted lips, as though I were something unpleasant tracked in on the bottom of a shoe. She had always regarded me as a dirty orphan girl, unworthy of the Salvatore name, unworthy of breathing the same air as her precious son.

"Mia." Her voice came through the receiver like a razor drawn slowly across silk. "Xavier tells me you've been fighting with him. That it was your behavior that embarrassed us at the Valducci banquet. Even though you were born with nothing, no family, no one to teach you how to carry yourself, the least you could do is not drag my son down to your level."

She paused only long enough to inhale.

"You are carrying the next head of this family. Stop this nonsense. People in our circles are already whispering that you and Xavier are separating. I've organized a dinner tonight. Xavier's closest associates will be there. You will arrive on time. You will arrive with your husband. And you will not make a scene. Am I understood?"

The line went dead before I could answer. From beginning to end, she had spoken at me, not to me. Orders delivered with the efficiency of a woman who had spent decades commanding household staff and never learned the difference between a daughter-in-law and a servant.

I set the phone down on the desk and stared at it for a long time.

I wanted to see their faces. All of them. The people who had betrayed me, who had treated me worse than a stray dog begging at the back door of a restaurant. I wanted to look at every last one of them before I left for the Valducci compound in the capital. So I called a cab and rode across town to the Salvatore family estate, watching the city blur past the rain-streaked window in silence.

The dining hall was lit by a crystal chandelier that threw cold light across a table set for twelve. Jane Salvatore sat at its head, her posture immaculate, her fingers wrapped around a glass of Barolo as though it were a scepter. The moment I stepped through the arched doorway, a hush settled over the room like a cloth dropped over a birdcage. Xavier's associates, his crew of loyal sycophants and hangers-on, turned to look at me. Several rolled their eyes without bothering to hide it.

"Auntie, why did you even invite her?" one of them muttered, loud enough to carry. "All she's going to do is spoil the mood."

"The witch is here to intrude between the loving couple again." They did not bother to lower their voices. The cruelty was deliberate, each word lobbed like a stone meant to land.

"Mia, sit here." Jane pointed a manicured finger toward a chair near the center of the table.

I ignored her. I was already seated at the far end, my hands folded in my lap, my expression as still as a frozen lake.

Teodoro Brasi, Xavier's closest friend and most devoted lapdog, leaned forward with a smirk that split his face like a knife wound. "Hey, Mia. What was your surname again?" He snapped his fingers in mock recollection. "Oh, my apologies. I forgot. You don't have one, do you? Hard to have a family name when you don't have a father."

The table rippled with low, ugly laughter.

I raised my head. I looked directly at him. Not with anger. Not with hurt. With the flat, disinterested gaze of someone watching a street performer fumble through a tired routine.

"Who are you again?"

The laughter died. Teodoro's smirk curdled on his face. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.

Shortly after, the front door opened and Xavier walked in with Vanessa Lestari at his side. They entered the hall together, her shoulder nearly brushing his arm, her perfume arriving before she did. When Xavier saw that I was already seated, that I had arrived before the designated time, and that my eyes were moving slowly between him and the woman beside him, he stiffened. He put distance between himself and Vanessa with the practiced ease of a man who had done it many times before.

I noticed it immediately. The pendant was gone from Vanessa's neck.

Without a word, I rose and followed my mother-in-law toward the kitchen to help with the preparations, as was expected of me. As was always expected of me.

Xavier moved quickly. By the time I returned to the dining room, he had taken the seat beside mine. He smiled at me, that gentle, disarming smile he wielded like a concealed weapon, and reached over to brush my hair to one side. His fingers were warm against my neck as he clasped the diamond pendant into place, the cold stone settling against my collarbone. A performance. A show of devotion staged for every pair of eyes in the room.

"This must be your first time wearing diamonds." His voice was soft, intimate, pitched for the audience but dressed up as a private confession. "Don't worry. Next time I'll get you the sapphires you love."

Then, without a flicker of shame in those dark eyes, he lied to my face with the smoothness of a man born to it.

"I lost it at the compound. After we spoke that night, I realized it was gone and went back to search for it. Tore the place apart looking."

The pendant sat against my throat like a collar. Like a chain. The weight of it was suffocating, and not because of its size. I reached up, unclasped it, and set it on the table without a word.

The room went still.

"Mia, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Xavier's voice dropped, the gentleness evaporating like mist off hot asphalt.

"To think she's so ungrateful," someone whispered, not quietly. "No wonder Auntie can't stand her."

Jane's glare could have cut glass. "Mia. Why did you take it off?"

"It's too tight." My voice was calm. Flat. Final.

I ignored the murmurs that swirled around me like cigarette smoke and sat in silence, offering Xavier nothing. Not a glance. Not a word. Not a single crumb of the reaction they all wanted.

None of them understood. None of them could have.

In the old traditions of the Valducci Dynasty, diamonds were not a symbol of wealth. They were a mark of disgrace. When a member of the family was excommunicated, cast out from the Dynasty's protection and erased from its ledgers, they were given a single diamond. One stone of monetary value. The last thing they would ever receive before they were exiled from the Valducci Fortress and stripped of the family name forever.

And I was not exiled.

I was going home.

From the kitchen, my mother-in-law's laughter drifted through the doorway, light and warm in a way she had never once been with me. Vanessa clung to her arm, playing the role of the doting goddaughter with the skill of a woman who had rehearsed it in the mirror.

"Auntie, how can you work so hard all alone in here? If I had been around these past years, I would never have let you lift a finger."

"This child!" Jane's voice was honey and venom. "Of course things would have been different if it had been you. Oh, Vanessa, let Mia help the staff with the dishes. You've never had to do such things, and look at you, so kind even to the household help."

Her tone shifted, the warmth curdling into something pointed and deliberate.

"If only Mia were half as sensible as you. But ever since she moved into Xavier's house, he dismissed the housekeeper. She can do all the manual work herself. Mopping the floors, scrubbing the dishes, that's nothing unusual for a girl like her. Don't ruin your beautiful hands, dear. I'll have Mia do it."

I bit the inside of my lip until I tasted copper. Through the open doorway, I watched my husband nod along to his mother's words without the faintest shadow of objection crossing his face. He saw nothing wrong with it. His wife on her knees scrubbing floors while his childhood flame sat at the table like a queen. It was simply the natural order of things in his mind.

They emerged from the kitchen arm in arm, Jane and Vanessa, like mother and daughter reunited after a long separation. Vanessa took the seat between Xavier and his mother as though it had been reserved for her. As though it had always been hers.

"Auntie, these past years, I've missed you so much." Vanessa's eyes glistened with carefully calibrated emotion. "There hasn't been a single day I haven't thought of Xavier."

Not one person at that table flinched. Not one of them found it strange that a woman who had been bound by arrangement to Don Giacomo Argento of the Silver District would sit in another man's home and openly profess her longing for him. The code of loyalty, the sanctity of alliances, the weight of blood oaths sworn before the Commission. None of it mattered when the orphan wife was the one being replaced.

"Of course, dear." Jane's smile was a blade sheathed in silk. "If things hadn't gone the way they did, you would already be my daughter-in-law."

She cast a glance in my direction. Quick. Surgical. Then she pulled Vanessa closer, tucking the younger woman against her side with theatrical affection. Xavier said nothing. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the wine in his glass. He was angry. Not at his mother. Not at Vanessa. At me. Because I had rejected his gift.

Jane turned to me, her expression shifting to one of wide-eyed, poisonous innocence.

"Oh my, listen to me rambling. It must be my age." She pressed a hand to her chest in mock embarrassment. "Mia, have you met Vanessa properly? She's my goddaughter. She and Xavier grew up together, practically raised side by side. I've heard you've been making a fuss at home because of her, but Vanessa is like a sister to Xavier. You really shouldn't throw tantrums out of jealousy."

She tilted her head, the chandelier light catching the pearls at her throat.

"They've always been this close. You simply need to trust your husband a little more and stop keeping tabs on his every move."

Colino Ferrara spoke up from across the table, a smug, self-satisfied look plastered across his face. He was the one who had championed the "perfect match" between Xavier and Vanessa from the beginning. He was also the one who, behind closed doors, had given me the nickname l'intrusa. The intruder.

"Auntie is absolutely right. Vanessa was only doing you a favor by being around."

He leaned back in his chair, swirling his drink.

"Honestly, Mia, you're always checking up on Xavier. You're suffocating him. Do you really think any of us would let someone ruin his life? Vanessa and Xavier have been inseparable since they were children. If he wanted to leave you, he would have done it a long time ago."

Colino paused, then added with the casual air of a man delivering a death sentence over dessert: "Besides, Xavier has already promised Vanessa that the Salvatore Family and her people will be merging operations. A full syndicate alliance. Two families becoming one. So it would be in your best interest to accommodate her. That's the least you can do as the Donna of this house."

My eyes widened.

A syndicate merger. The Salvatore Family of the Jade Quarter, folded into another operation entirely. And I, the Donna, the wife of the Don, had not been told. Had not been consulted. Had not even been informed that such negotiations existed.

Colino realized, a beat too late, that his mouth had outrun his authority. The color drained from his face. He fell silent, his eyes darting to the others around the table, searching for rescue. Uneasy glances ricocheted across the room like stray bullets.

No one spoke.

The silence pressed down on all of us like the lid of a coffin being slowly lowered into place.