Breaking Away from My Mafia Lover

As I sat in the doctor's office, I braced myself for the news I was about to receive. I had been eagerly waiting for the doctor to give me the green light to return to work and maybe do a bit of low-impact exercises as compared to my regular workout routine. I was both excited and worried, but what I heard instead shattered me to the core that I couldn't even speak because the doctor's words hit me like a ton of bricks. I learned just now that I had been pregnant but lost my child at just four weeks due to a car accident three months ago.

"Excuse me?" I was finally able to ask, disbelief and disappointment evident in my voice.

As far as I could remember, I was only unconscious for three days after the accident, and it was only now that I was told that I had a miscarriage. The pain I immediately felt was overwhelming, and I struggled to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that consumed me. I clung to the memories of the life that could have been, trying to find solace in the love that Levi and I shared. But the road ahead seemed daunting. I wasn't sure what to make of it. I hadn't even known that I was pregnant in the first place, and now I was grappling with the grief of losing a child I never knew existed.

Suddenly, the memory of that horrible night came flooding back to me. It was supposed to be a night of celebration, marking seven wonderful years with my long-time partner, Levi De Luca. We had gone out to dinner, looking forward to a romantic evening together. But everything went horribly wrong when Levi unexpectedly brought along his business partner and actress, Madison Blair.

Yes, she was the epitome of beauty and elegance, but my instincts always told me that she was rotten to the core. Ever since she and Levi met, she was always in the middle of our relationship and deliberately clung to Levi whenever I was around. She seemed sweet and caring in front of Levi, but acted differently behind his back. I remember the first time I met Madison. I was thrilled to finally meet her because I was somewhat a fan of her work as a movie star. But as time went on, I started to notice a change in her behavior when Levi wasn't around. She would make snide remarks, exclude me from conversations, and generally act cold toward me. She'd deliberately flirt with Levi, knowing that I wouldn't retaliate.

It was bad enough that she was there, but what made it worse was that once again, I was an onlooker and not the one who was celebrating an anniversary. God forbid, I walk out on them; that would be insensitive of me, plus, no one would dare to walk out on Levi, warranted or not.

As the night wore on, both Levi and Madison had too much to drink, and their intoxication led to Levi's damned decision to drive us home. The crash that followed changed everything in an instant. Both of them got lucky and only had minor cuts and bruises. On the other hand, I was forced to sit in the back, making me the only one who flew out the window. I couldn't believe that the joy of our anniversary had turned into a nightmare, and now I was dealing with the heartbreak of losing a child I never had the chance to hold.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ross. There was nothing we could've done to save the baby," the doctor solemnly uttered.

"I get that," I gritted. "But how come no one said anything about this until now?" I questioned, anger rising from within me. I couldn't understand why nothing was said and done before when what happened to me was no laughing matter. I stared at him blankly, blinking as I tried to hold my emotions in.

For three months, I was kept in the dark about the baby I had lost, and so it was only right for me to know who or what was responsible for the lack of information before. The doctor opened his mouth, ready to explain where everything went wrong, but before he could answer, my phone started ringing.