He Thought I'd Forgive,I Made Him Never Find Me

"Vittorio, that won't be necessary. I need you to submit a request to have all my personal records erased." A startled silence, then Vittorio Marchetti's voice came through the phone. "Why? Once your records are erased, Bianca Bellafiore will cease to exist. I thought things between you and Dante were good. What would he do if he couldn't find you?" I let out a bitter laugh. "He cheated." The line went quiet. Then came a long, slow sigh. "When you called yesterday, I had a feeling something had happened between you two. I just didn't expect..." "All right. I'll take care of the records. Use these three days to settle your affairs." Relief loosened the tightness in my chest. With my records erased, I wouldn't even need to waste time on a sanctioned break. The ghost papers would do what no lawyer could. Once the trail was buried, the blood pact dissolved on its own. There would be nothing left to sever. "Thank you, Vittorio." The words had barely left my mouth when a familiar voice rose behind me. "Who cheated?" I turned and met Dante's gaze. There was a flicker of panic in his eyes. I kept my expression perfectly calm. "The husband of another one of my professor's students." Dante studied my face, searching for any crack in my composure. When he found none, the tension in his shoulders eased. He slid an arm around my waist and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Sweetheart, don't worry. I would never cheat on you. Not ever." I looked into those impossibly sincere eyes of his and heard myself ask, "What if you did?" Dante shook his head without a second's hesitation. "Impossible. You're the only one I love." "I said what if." He thought for a moment, then nuzzled his cheek against mine. "Then punish me by making sure I can never find you again." "You're my whole life, sweetheart. If I couldn't find you, I wouldn't survive." I smiled and said nothing. My thumb drifted to the pale mark on my ring finger where the family band used to sit. Dante Romano, your punishment is already on its way. In three days, I will vanish from your world completely. He opened his mouth to say something more, but a woman's voice cut him off. "Don Romano, everything is ready." Adriana Russo stood there in a tight pencil skirt, her tone crisp and professional as she delivered her report. A completely different woman from the one flushed and breathless against the floor-to-ceiling windows yesterday. She smoothed the front seam of her dress with one practiced hand, and the gesture was so composed it could have meant nothing at all. Dante gave her an expressionless nod and waved her away. Watching the two of them interact, I felt nothing but the cold bite of irony. Their acting was impeccable. A matched set. If I hadn't walked in on them tangled together with my own eyes, they would still be fooling me. Dante's large hand covered my eyes, and his voice turned soft against my ear. "Sweetheart, I have a surprise for you." "Five, four, three..." He lifted his hand after the last number. The moment I opened my eyes, fireworks shot into the sky one after another, blooming into roses across the darkness, then rearranging themselves into the number ten and holding there, suspended against the night. Beyond the estate walls, two soldiers on the perimeter stood motionless against the glow, silhouettes that reminded me this celebration was still a cage. Dante pulled me close, his voice thick with emotion. "Sweetheart, we've been together for ten years. Time really does fly." I tilted my head back and stared at the glowing number, and for a moment the world felt unreal. Ten years. From nineteen to twenty-nine. So much could change in a decade. Enough to twist a boy who once loved me beyond recognition. Enough to hollow out something real until nothing was left but lies. Dante turned to face me, gazing into my eyes with a tenderness that used to make my heart race. He lowered his head slowly, tilting toward my lips. I was about to pull away when his phone chimed. Annoyance flickered across his face. "I gave explicit orders that no one was to bother me today. Let's see who's got the nerve."

The moment he read the name on the screen, his expression froze. I caught it from the corner of my eye: the bold contact name sitting right at the top of his messages. Little Courier. Dante cleared his throat and angled the phone away, tapping the screen a few times as if it were nothing. But I saw it clearly. The flicker of want that surfaced in his eyes. Sure enough, the next second he turned to me with guilt written across his face. "Babe, I'm sorry. Today's our anniversary, and I was supposed to spend the whole day with you, but the Family business..." I didn't want to hear another lie. I cut him off. "I understand. The Family comes first." Relief washed over Dante's face. On any other night, he would have kissed me goodbye. Tonight he pulled me into a quick hug and was already turning away. His signet ring caught the low light as he moved, untouched on his finger, still as stone. I stood there for a beat, then told my personal courier to handle the remaining guests and followed in the direction Dante had gone. He didn't stop until he reached the underground garage beneath the compound. The car door opened, and Adriana dropped every trace of that blank, professional mask. She pouted, threw herself into his arms, and clung to him. "Don Romano, that fireworks show made me so jealous I could die." Dante tapped the tip of her nose, his face soft with helpless indulgence. "Didn't I set off fireworks for your birthday a few days ago? What's there to be jealous of?" "I promised you. As long as you behave and stay by my side, as long as you don't let my wife find out about us, everything she has, you'll have too." His words hit me, and the memory surfaced. Five days ago, a fireworks display had lit up the sky over the Southside waterfront for a full thirty minutes. Dante had told me he was handling late business at the social club that night. I'd even taken photos and sent them to him, teasing him about which lovesick fool had put on such a show just to make his sweetheart smile. Turns out, the lovesick fool was my husband. And I was the real fool. Through and through. Adriana let out a soft hum and traced lazy circles on his chest with her finger. "Can't a girl be a little jealous?" Dante caught her wandering hand. His voice had gone rough. "Didn't you say you had something good to show me?" Adriana grabbed his tie and pulled until there was no space left between them. "Don Romano has to unwrap it himself. I guarantee you won't be able to stop." Something dark passed through Dante's eyes. He swept her up and carried her into the car. Adriana let out a small gasp, and then Dante bent his head and swallowed every sound that followed. The windows rolled up. The car began to rock in a steady rhythm. I pressed my back against the concrete pillar, tears falling in fat, uncontrollable drops that hit the garage floor. Somewhere above, the last of the feast-night guests were laughing, their voices muffled through layers of stone, and the distance between that celebration and this pillar felt like the full measure of my marriage. I had already watched them together with my own eyes just yesterday. But seeing it a second time didn't dull the ache. The same blunt, grinding pain throbbed through my chest as if it were the first time all over again. When we first got married, Dante swore he would spend every anniversary with me the entire day. Yet all it took was one message from Adriana and he forgot that promise completely. Was he really that obsessed with her? My thumb drifted to the pale mark where my wedding band rested. I closed my eyes and forced the storm inside me down. Three more days. Three more days and all of this would be over. I didn't go back to the banquet hall. I went straight home to the estate. Sometime deep in the night, a loud bang jolted me from a dead sleep. Dante stood in the doorway, his face tight with panic. The tension didn't leave his body until he saw me lying there. "Babe, why didn't you tell me you were coming home? Do you have any idea? I went back to the banquet and you were gone. I was losing my mind trying to find you." I glanced at my phone. 3:00 AM. I had gotten home at nine. Six hours. He'd spent six full hours with Adriana before it even occurred to him to look for me. How laughable.

"I wasn't feeling well, so I came home early to rest. Forgot to tell you." Maybe it was all the years spent living alongside lies, but I could spin an excuse now without so much as a flicker of expression. Dante looked shaken, as if something terrible had almost happened. He climbed into bed and pulled me tight against him, holding on like he was afraid I'd vanish. "Next time you have to tell me where you are, okay? I'll worry. If you ever disappeared on me, I'd search every corner of this city until I found you." I closed my eyes and didn't answer. In three days, he'd never find me again. The next morning, guilt must have been eating at him, because a jewelry set arrived at the compound before I'd even finished getting dressed. One of his soldiers had carried it up from the front gate, the velvet box still warm from the courier's hands. "Baby, last night was my fault. Please don't be mad at me." I glanced at the jewelry, set it aside, and picked up a different box to hand to him. "I'm not mad. This is the anniversary gift I got you. Don't open it for two days." I'd originally commissioned a custom brooch from a craftsman overseas as his feast-night present. But the day I discovered his goomah, I threw the brooch away, slipped off the family ring I'd never once removed, and placed it inside the box instead. It would be the only thing I left behind for him. Dante took the box, curiosity flickering across his face. "Baby, yesterday was our anniversary. Why do I have to wait two days to open it?" I smiled. "There's a special surprise inside. It'll only mean something if you wait." Anticipation lit up his eyes. "Alright. I promise I'll do what you say and wait two days." The words had barely left his mouth when the gate buzzer sounded through the house. The door opened to reveal Adriana, her face streaked with tears, eyes swollen and red. Dante's expression faltered for a split second before he took her arm and steered her toward the back garden, past the stone wall where two of his soldiers stood smoking. They looked away without being told. "Baby, Adriana needs me for something urgent. We'll talk in the garden so we don't bother your breakfast." I walked to the second-floor window. Below, Adriana had thrown herself into Dante's arms. His face twisted with anger and he shoved her back. "Have you lost your mind? I told you never to come to my house. If Bianca catches on to us, I will make you regret it." Adriana flinched at his voice. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she pulled a piece of paper from her bag and held it out to him. "I know I shouldn't have come. But I'm pregnant." "The doctor said last night was too rough. The pregnancy isn't stable. I'm scared. Will our baby be okay? This is our first child." Every muscle in my body locked. It felt like a fist had closed around my heart and was squeezing the air out of me. Adriana was pregnant. Early in our marriage, Dante and I had talked about having children. He told me a baby would split our attention, that he wanted to keep our love whole and undivided. He didn't want kids. I'd been so moved by that devotion that I agreed without a second thought. Now I understood. He had no interest in having children with me. That didn't stop him from getting another woman pregnant. My thumb drifted to the pale band of skin where my ring used to sit, pressing the bare place as though I could feel the weight of something already gone. Shock crossed Dante's face first. Then he read the paper, and his brow smoothed out entirely. "Nine weeks? You need to be resting." "Go wait in the car. I'll take you to the hospital myself for another checkup. Nothing is going to happen to this baby." Adriana's tears dissolved into a smile. She leaned in and kissed him. Dante's gaze darkened. He cupped the back of her head and took over the kiss. The two of them clung to each other, Adriana's arms looped around his neck, until Dante finally pushed her away, his voice rough.

"Seducing me when you're pregnant? There's a baby in there. Be good and wait for me in the car." I watched him turn back toward the villa and only went downstairs once he was close, settling into my seat at the dining table as if I'd never left. A strange relief washed through me. Thank God there were no children between us. Nothing to tether me. Nothing to make leaving harder than it already was. Dante pushed the door open wearing that familiar look of apology. "Sweetheart, something urgent came up with the family business. I have to fly out of town right now. Be good and stay home for a few days, okay? I'll bring you a gift when I'm back." I nodded. He searched my face, found nothing wrong, and left with peace of mind. I watched his back disappear through the door, then glanced at the calendar on the table. Two more days. This was probably the last time I would ever see him. The compound went quiet after his car pulled through the gate. The soldiers on the perimeter shifted posts without a word. They answered to him, not to me. They always had. That afternoon, a text came through from an unknown number on my burner. It was an ultrasound photo. I'm carrying Dante Romano's baby. His FIRST child. You barren hen. If you know what's good for you, sever the blood pact and get out of my way! The number was unfamiliar, but I knew exactly who it was. Adriana. The baby must have given her the confidence to make her move, bold enough now to provoke me outright. But I had already decided to leave. Whatever I once felt for Dante was dead. The ultrasound photo stirred nothing in me at all. My thumb drifted to the pale band of skin where my ring used to sit, then fell away. There was nothing left to touch. Dante didn't come home for the next two days, just as I expected. I used the time to go through every room, pulling out everything that had ever belonged to me. What I couldn't use, I donated or burned. All that remained fit into a single suitcase of essentials I'd need at the Archive. The compound staff watched me carry bags to the incinerator behind the garden wall but said nothing. Omertà ran deep in this household, even among the housekeepers. On the morning I left, I woke before dawn, packed the last of my things, and waited by the door for the car from the Commission. I was about to call Vittorio Marchetti to ask how far out the car was when my phone buzzed again. Another text from Adriana. This time it was a photo of her in a wedding gown, standing in a sea of flowers, while Dante knelt on one knee holding out a ring. Dante proposed! We're having a wedding today. He promised he'd give me and the baby a proper title. The ceremony is just the first step. No wonder he kept sneaking off to make phone calls these past two days. He was planning all of this as a surprise for me. He said even though it was rushed, he made sure everything was the absolute best. He wants me to be the happiest bride and mother in the world. I'd guess the next time he comes home, he'll be throwing a severance agreement in your face. If you want to save yourself the last shred of dignity, get out of that villa before he has to tell you. That house's donna will be me, sooner or later! This time, I replied. "Congratulations. You're about to get everything you wanted." The moment I hit send, the car arrived. I grabbed my suitcase and got in. We hit a red light on the way. Through the window, I heard someone on the sidewalk gasp. "Oh my God, look at that motorcade. Who's getting married with that kind of money?" I turned without thinking. Dante sat in the back of a black Maybach in a tailored suit, eyes soft with tenderness as he smoothed Adriana's hair beside him. Two escort cars flanked the sedan, soldiers behind tinted glass, the whole convoy draped in white ribbon like a funeral procession pretending to be a celebration. He finished, turned his head, and his gaze locked with mine. The tenderness drained from his face. All that was left was horror. A second later, my phone rang.