Chapter 4I Left the Don, Then Married the Head of the Five Families

The moment I woke, the estate had never felt so cold or so dark.

No lights in the guest room. No sign that anyone had cleaned me up.

The blood had gone cold, clinging to my skin like a clammy serpent, sending chills through my body.

The staff must have moved me from the hallway to the guest room bed.

But the room was empty.

There was only the faint sound of my own breathing.

The pain had numbed me by then. It took a long time to regain my senses and make sense of the situation I was in.

I fumbled for my phone in the dark. Not one call from Cassian. Not one text. Not even a single punctuation mark.

The only notification was a text from the family doctor telling me to monitor my symptoms.

Clearly, no one had told him how much blood I had lost.

I smiled bitterly, turned off the phone, and slowly dragged myself out of bed.

Getting out of here was the only thought I had left.

When I stood, the pain between my legs and across my lower back became impossible to ignore. I could only grit my teeth and brace myself against the wall, inching forward.

As I passed the master bedroom, I heard Cassian's voice inside.

I stopped.

There was no trace of the Don in his tone. Instead, his voice was low and tender. "Is your stomach still bothering you?"

Bianca whimpered softly, playing coy, and tested the waters. "I'm fine. But do you show this kind of concern for Valentina too? After all, she seemed to be bleeding quite a lot earlier."

Two seconds later, Cassian let out a cold huff. "You don't know her at all.

"Using injuries, tantrums, and divorce threats to get my attention. That's been her playbook for years. If she really couldn't handle it, she'd call a doctor herself.

"She's been spoiled rotten since the day she was born. She won't let anything happen to herself."

He spoke with the same cold detachment he used when dealing with traitors.

Bianca laughed, then added, "Some Moretti heiress.

"If you ask me, Valentina hasn't given you an heir in ten years. She should have been thrown out of the Russo Family a long time ago."

Cassian gave a quiet scoff but didn't disagree.

Then the room filled with the unmistakable sounds of kissing.

I closed my eyes. All I could think was that this hallway was too long, and I was moving too slowly.

In the dead of night, inside the estate I had called home for ten years, Cassian buried our marriage and our child with his own hands. He extinguished my last trace of hope.

I turned and left without a single word for the man I had loved for a decade.

With my last reserves of strength, I called a car to take me away from the estate. The only things I carried were a blood-stained pregnancy report and a copy of the divorce papers.

The car came quickly. I watched the estate shrink behind me, the light in the master bedroom winking out of sight.

Streetlights flickered past the window as the car carried me away from a past not worth remembering.

I was saying goodbye to the ten years I had spent stubbornly loving him.

Even with a heart in ruins, I had to keep moving forward.

Cassian, I'm the one who doesn't want you anymore.