The Betrayed Donna

This was the premarital medical report from ten years ago, when we got married.

The moment I received it, my emotions were all over the place. I didn't know how to tell Vincenzo.

How could a proud man like him ever accept that he was incomplete?

And how would the rival families use this against him?

But luckily, the doctor told me a secret. Only a woman like me, with an easy to conceive constitution, could carry a child for a Don with low sperm count.

"Miss Elena, Don Moretti is lucky to have married you. In all my years, I've only ever met one other woman as fertile as you. "

I originally decided to bury this matter deep in my heart. I didn't want Vincenzo to know.

But I never imagined that one day, I would have to make this secret public with my own hands.

I took the last bit of change I had, made a dozen copies of the report, and handed them to a courier.

Each copy went to a different rival family of Vincenzo.

I said softly, "Please deliver these as fast as you can. Just tell them this is a gift from the Donna. I'm sure they'll give you a good tip."

Vincenzo, this is my last gift to you before I leave.

I hope you’ll like it.

After leaving the estate, I went back to the small apartment where we first lived when we got married ten years ago.

Back then, the Moretti family hadn't grown powerful yet. We were crammed into the shabbiest rental in Brooklyn.

The place was a dump, but we were happy back then.

We were so broke we could only afford pasta. Vincenzo would lie and say he already ate at a business dinner, then pour both portions into my bowl.

At midnight, I would see him standing at the sink, drinking glass after glass of tap water to fill his stomach.

We held our wedding in that same rundown apartment.

No banquet. Just a simple silver band that cost less than two hundred dollars.

That place meant everything to me.

So even after we moved into the Long Island estate, I secretly bought that apartment.

I used to dream that we would move back there when we got old.

I never thought that when my marriage with Vincenzo came to an end, I would end up right back where we started.

I turned the knob and opened the door.

The moment I pushed it open, I saw two bodies tangled together on the sofa.

And the old matching pajamas that I had treasured in the closet, the ones we used to wear.

They were now on Vincenzo and Giuliana.

My mind went blank. I couldn't stop myself from demanding, "Vincenzo! How could you bring her here? You know this is where we..."

Before I could finish, Giuliana cut me off.

"Donna, I just wanted to know what Vincenzo's life was like before. I begged him to bring me here."

"If you're upset, I'll get on my knees and apologize. Just please don't hurt him anymore."

Vincenzo looked at Giuliana, his heart aching for her.

Then he gave a cold glance at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard behind me immediately grabbed my arms. He slapped my face.

My ears rang.

I collapsed to the floor. Vincenzo looked down at me, his expression calm.

"Elena, why do you always have to make trouble for yourself? If you're not feeling well, go home and rest. Why follow me here looking for trouble?"

I gave a bitter smile. "Go home? Do I even have a home anymore? Is that still my home?"

My eyes red, I looked at him. Tears mixed with blood from my nose dripped onto the floor.

"Vincenzo Moretti, why did you bring her here?"

"I don't care if you want to have sex with Giuliana. But why dirty this place?"

"The thirty year old Vincenzo is already rotten to the core. Why do you have to destroy the only memory that the twenty year old Vincenzo left for me?"

For a moment, something flickered in Vincenzo's eyes.

Then came the anger.

"I'm dirty? How am I dirty? Don't forget, Elena, without me, you'd still be living in a dump like this. "

"And don't forget, the money you used to buy this apartment came out of my account. This place belongs to me too. I can do whatever I want with it."

His anger turned into a mocking laugh.

"You said I came here to dirty the place? I don't care if I dirty it. I could blow this dump up and it would have nothing to do with you."

He ordered his men to drag me out.

They planted several kilograms of explosives right outside the old apartment.

At his command, the place that held our only good memories from the past was reduced to rubble.

In the light of the massive fire, my tears wouldn't stop falling.

Vincenzo stared at the tears on my face.

His anger faded. His voice turned cold.

"Elena, what do I have to say to make you understand?"

"I gave you the title of Donna. I let you live in the Long Island estate. I put bags worth tens of thousands of dollars on your arm. Even the clothes on your back are haute couture that ordinary people couldn't afford in a lifetime. Isn't that enough for you?"

"You're thirty years old now. You're not young anymore. Do you really expect me to still love someone who's aging and fading? "

"I give you dignity. I give you a luxurious life. All I ask is that you turn a blind eye and make room for Giuliana and her child. Is that too much? "

I met his gaze and said, word by word, "I don't want this kind of life."

"Vincenzo Moretti, you have destroyed everything we had."

"I want a divorce."