The Don I Housebroke After Divorce

Once my strength had returned enough, I yanked the IV from the back of my hand. I slipped into a black, form-fitting gown and tucked the agreement into my clutch bag.

I made my way to Damiano's office building in the heart of the city—Dominion Tower. The elevator shot upward, and with a sharp chime, I arrived at the top floor.

The moment the doors opened, a familiar scent hit me. It was a sickeningly sweet and cheap perfume, Bianca's favorite brand. My stomach clenched violently, nausea rolling over me like old waves.

I shoved the heavy door open without hesitation. The office was dim, shadows stretching across the floor, with only the massive floor-to-ceiling windows letting in a sliver of daylight.

On the leather couch was the very woman who should've been dead. She sat on Damiano's lap, smiling as she drew a circle on his chest. "Amore mio, you're so tricky…"

The moment Damiano saw me, he stiffened like he had been electrocuted, shoving Bianca behind him in a panic. I instinctively stepped back and covered my mouth and nose.

So, this was the real truth. All that talk about killing the traitor for me, about proving loyalty, had all been a lie. Not only had he not harmed her, but he had even kept her in the most conspicuous place, laughing at my stupidity.

"I-Isabella, what are you doing here?" he stuttered, fumbling with his rumpled shirt collar and trying to look composed.

I stared at him quietly, then hurled the agreement I had pulled out from my bag at him. "Sign it."

He frowned and picked it up before his gaze fell on my stomach. The curve that should've carried his heir was now flat. His eyes widened in shock.

"Is the baby really… gone?" Damiano asked, his voice shaking with disbelief.

I didn't answer him and stayed silent.

"Let me explain!"

He rushed toward me, desperate, trying to grab my hand. "Keeping Bianca was to control the rival family! It's politics! You know how tense things are right now… You cannot let their lies blind you. I only ever care about you!"

Bianca cowered behind him, her eyes instantly brimming with tears, playing the helpless victim. "Don't blame him, Isabella. It's all my fault…"

She trembled, staggering backward, only to crash into the bookcase behind her. The old shelf was unstable, and with her weight, it toppled with a deafening crash.

"Watch out!"

Damiano reacted instinctively, lunging forward and using his own back to shield Bianca. The noise was thunderous, with dust filling the air. I stood frozen, coughing as the particles stung my throat.

Yet, despite everything, Damiano only had eyes for Bianca.

"Are you hurt?" he asked warily.

Then, following the commotion, a private ledger slipped from the top of the fallen bookcase. It hit the floor, and out came a used condom package.

That was Damiano's way of ending things with Bianca, wasn't it?

A violent surge of nausea took hold of me. He seemed to notice something and turned around, intending to hold me steady.

"Get away from me!" I yelled, slapping his outstretched hand away and bolting into the restroom.