The Day My Husband Didn’t Answer Ended Me

"You fucking attacked her again?" he barked, shoving me away roughly. I toppled off the bed. Pain exploded along my side where the stitches tore. My blood ran warm and sticky on my gown.

"Nico! She had me shot—"

He cut me off with a cold laugh. "Stop. I caught the guy who shot you. He says you paid him to stage it. Do you hear me? You staged your own attack."

My hands went numb. "No, no, I would never—"

"Of course you would," he snapped. "You crave attention. You always have. You would do anything for it."

He leaned close, voice low and sharp. "How far will you go, Bianca? You even hurt the woman carrying my children. You are dangerous."

I tried to tell him I did not do it. I tried to tell him the truth. But he already turned away. "Serafina has a baptism celebration tonight. Be decent and help. Try to act human."

Serafina stepped forward, all sweetness. "Don't worry," she said, patting my arm like I was a stray dog. "I'll save you a piece of cake."

They left together, shoulders brushing, the family physician closing the door behind them.

I sat there while my phone buzzed on the bedside table. Salvatore Ferrante.

I opened the message with fingers that felt foreign.

Dissolution papers have been delivered.

When I got home, the compound was full of laughter. Music, clinking glasses, people talking like life was perfect. Pink and blue ribbons hung along the iron-railed balcony, and a banner stretched across the great room:

Welcome Baby Jaxton and Jayden Valente.

It hit me then. Tonight wasn't just the baptism celebration for Serafina's twins. It was supposed to be my wedding anniversary too.

But there was no sign of it. No flowers. No card. Not even a glance from Nico that said he remembered I existed.

People turned when I walked in, voices dropping to whispers.

"There she is."

"She still lives here? Poor thing."

"I heard she can't have children anymore. No wonder Nico stays with Serafina."

I didn't say a word. Just walked past like I didn't hear them. My legs still hurt from the clinic, but I climbed the stairs anyway. I couldn't stay there another second.

When I reached the master bedroom, my hand froze on the doorknob. The door was slightly open. Inside were pink curtains, baby clothes folded on the bed, framed photos of Serafina and Nico smiling.

My room. My bed. My memories. Gone.

Serafina had taken everything.

I stood there for a long time, then turned and went down the hall. The guest room was cold and smelled of dust, but I shut the door and lay down anyway. Maybe if I closed my eyes, the noise downstairs would disappear.

A few minutes later, the door slammed open. Nico stood there, still in his dark suit, face tight with anger. He threw a folded uniform at my face.

"Wear that. One of the waitresses didn't show. You'll serve food."

I looked at him. For a moment, I almost asked why. But then I realized it didn't matter. I picked up the uniform, my hands steady even though my chest felt hollow.

"Okay," I whispered.

He hesitated. For a second, something flickered in his eyes, but he turned away before it could stay.

"Just don't cause trouble," he muttered and left.

I changed quietly. The black uniform hung loose on me. I didn't even look in the mirror before stepping out.

As I was walking toward the stairs, Serafina's voice floated up from below, all sweet and fake.

"Oh, Bianca! You're helping tonight? That's so kind of you." Then she lowered her tone. "Could you give this to Nico? I need his signature to finalize a few things… you know, the villa in the old neighborhood, the fleet of cars, the five resort properties he signed over to me, and those new storefronts the family launders through. You know how generous he is."

I took the documents from her hand, glanced at them, then slid another paper beneath them: my dissolution papers.

She blinked, surprised. "What's this? You're not even angry?"

I didn't answer. I just gave her a faint, tired smile and walked away.

In Nico's study, he was talking on the phone. Two soldiers stood near the door, eyes forward, pretending not to exist. When he saw the papers, he took them without question and started signing.

"All this for Serafina?"

He didn't look up. "Yeah. She deserves it."

His pen didn't stop moving. Not once.

And just like that, without even realizing, he signed everything. Her properties. And our dissolution.

By the time the guests arrived, the whole compound looked like something out of a magazine spread for one of the family's legitimate fronts. Lights everywhere, expensive food on every table, capos and their wives laughing like their lives were clean. Serafina was in the center of it all, glowing like she owned the entire world.

I stood at the back, in my black uniform, trying to look small.

Donna Valente walked in like the compound belonged to her alone. Pearls, perfume, and judgment filling the room. She adjusted the rosary wrapped around her left wrist, a single deliberate rotation of the beads, and surveyed the space as if taking attendance.

She saw me and her face twisted.

"Why is that woman here, Nico? I told you I don't want her stepping in this house again."

Nico didn't even look up from adjusting Serafina's shawl.

"We're short on staff, Ma."

Donna Valente laughed.

"Well, she does look better in that uniform. Go, get me my drink."

I didn't argue. I just nodded and went to fetch it. My hands shook a little, but I didn't let myself feel anything.

When I came back, Serafina suddenly slid her foot out just as I walked past. I stumbled. The tray tipped. The wine splashed right onto Donna Valente.

She screamed like I stabbed her.

"You ruined everything. Again. Just like how you ruined your own child's life. No wonder the baby died. And now look at you. Barren, useless, clumsy. You can't even carry a drink."

Her words hit harder than the fall. My throat tightened.

Serafina rushed in, acting shocked, acting worried.

"Oh Ma, please don't be angry. She's been through a lot. It's not her fault. Just forgive her. My sister is trying."

The room went quiet.

My sister.

She said it like she was some saint.

Donna Valente softened immediately, her gaze melting as she turned to Serafina.

"See, this is why I adore you. You're kind, pure, patient. Why can't you be like her, Bianca?"

My chest tightened so hard I could barely breathe.

I wiped my face, stood up slowly, and looked straight at Serafina.

"Kind?" I said, my voice shaking. "You want me to be like her? The same woman who took my husband, my home, and my baby? The same woman who lied about being sick so Nico would take my son's stem cells? The same woman who let my child die so she could get better?"

Gasps exploded around us. A capo's wife set her glass down too hard. One of the soldiers near the doorway shifted his weight.

Serafina blinked, her smile cracking just enough for me to see the truth under it.

Donna Valente glared at me, furious.

"Stop lying. Serafina would never harm a child!"

"She already did," I said. "Mine."

Nico stepped in then, jaw tight, eyes cold.

"What the fuck are you doing? This is Serafina's day. Don't ruin it with your nonsense."

My hands shook, but I didn't look away.

"You don't even remember what today is, do you."

He frowned.

"What now."

"Our anniversary."

Laughter broke out from the guests. Donna Valente smirked proudly. Serafina hid behind Nico's arm like she was scared.

Serafina suddenly grabbed her belly and let out a piercing scream that echoed through the whole hall.

"Ah! My stomach—" she cried, doubling over. "Nico! It hurts! My babies, oh my god—"

People froze. Music stopped. Every head turned.

Nico rushed toward her instantly.

"Seri! What's wrong? What happened?!"

"I… I just remembered… earlier… I saw Bianca standing near my drink. I—I thought she was just fixing the glasses but… what if she put something in it? I don't know but oh god, what if she wanted to hurt my babies?"

The room exploded.