Adriana rushed over immediately, wrapping her arms around me tightly. "Let it out, Bianca," she whispered, her voice gentle but firm.

"He's not worth it. Your baby understood that much. A man like him could never be a real father."

She held me closer and added softly, "It's okay. If they ignore the papers, we'll take legal action. This marriage will end, one way or another."

My blood-sworn sister and I stayed in the Family clinic for three long weeks. Day after day passed in that quiet, guarded wing, where time seemed to stretch endlessly. A single soldier sat posted outside the door around the clock, not because the Falcones had sent him but because the attending doctor owed Adriana's people a favor and wasn't taking chances.

During those weeks, not a single word came from the brothers. No calls, no messages, not even a simple question asking where we were or how we were doing. It was as if we had completely disappeared from their world.

Any last trace of hope we had once clung to slowly dissolved under that cold indifference. With each passing day, it became clearer that we had never truly mattered to them.

It wasn't until the day we were discharged that we finally ran into Luca.

He didn't even notice us at first. His gaze was fixed ahead, his steps quick and purposeful, as if he had somewhere far more important to be.

Curiosity stirred within us, and without a word, we followed him quietly down the hallway, keeping our distance.

He led us straight to the maternity ward. And the moment we stepped closer, everything became painfully clear.

Inside, Viviana lay on the hospital bed, clinging tightly to Dante. Her face was pale, her voice trembling as she cried about her fear of giving birth.

Luca stood beside her, gently brushing the hair away from her face, his movements soft and careful. Both men looked at her with the same tender concern, their attention fully centered on her.

The three of them together created a scene of warmth and harmony, something that should have been comforting. But to us, it was nothing but painful.

Without thinking, Adriana and I both placed our hands over our stomachs. The emptiness there felt heavier than ever.

The contrast was unbearable. Her fear was wrapped in love and protection, while our loss had been met with silence and neglect.

Unable to keep watching, I forced myself to look away. My thumb rubbed the pale mark where my wedding ring had sat, and I grabbed Adriana's arm gently and led her out of the clinic without another glance.

We had more important things to do now.

See you at the registry office the day after tomorrow, I sent Dante a message as we walked out. And bring Luca with you. This is serious. If you don't show up, we'll proceed through the courts.

Almost instantly, Dante called me. But I didn't pick up.

More messages followed, one after another, flooding my phone. I didn't read any of them. Instead, I simply turned my phone off.

After that, Adriana and I went straight to the police station to report what had happened.

Adriana smoothed the seam of her sleeve flat with two precise strokes as we pushed through the precinct door. Going to the cops. Two Falcone wives walking into a station house of their own free will. We both understood what that meant. Omertà had rules, and we were about to break every one of them.

This wasn't just an accident. It was a deliberate act of revenge, targeted specifically at a Family surgeon's household.

I recounted everything in detail to the officer, from the snatch job to the violence that followed. His expression grew increasingly serious as he listened.

"This is a serious case," he said, his tone concerned. "Why didn't you report it earlier? If the suspect comes after you again…"

I let out a bitter laugh, interrupting him. "He won't."

"Even the man who took me knows I have no value to Dante," I continued quietly. "Hurting me doesn't affect him at all."

I asked the officer to check the surveillance footage and investigate further. I explained how Adriana and I had lost our babies during the incident, and how we had barely survived a landslide on our own.

His expression softened, sympathy flickering in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Falcone," he said firmly. "We'll do everything we can to get to the truth."

When we stepped out of the station, I checked my phone again.

Viviana had posted a new update. A little angel, 6 pounds and 3 ounces, has entered my life.

The comment section was lively, filled with congratulations and blessings.

Dante replied beneath it: Christening sponsor number one, reporting for duty.

Luca followed shortly after: Christening sponsor number two, here as well.

A wave of irony washed over me. If they ever found out that they had lost their own children, I wondered… would it even matter to them?

Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, Adriana and I returned to the small apartment I had lived in before the marriage.

The place was modest, but it felt strangely comforting, like returning to something real after a long illusion. Four rooms above a dry cleaner on Mulberry Street, no doorman, no security detail, no Falcone name on the buzzer. Just mine.

When I turned my phone back on, a series of missed calls from Dante immediately appeared.

After a moment of hesitation, I called him back.

The moment he answered, his voice exploded with anger. "Are you done with your tantrums yet?"

"I told you to stay home and rest! Now the house is a complete mess. I only found out because I went back to grab a gift for Viviana's baby!"

His words kept coming, sharp and relentless. "And Adriana? What are you dragging her into now? Luca can't even reach her. You've probably turned her against him too!"

"Do you have to ruin everything you touch? You've even destroyed their marriage now. Are you satisfied?"

Adriana's fists clenched tightly beside me, her anger barely contained. I gently reached out and held her back.

"Don't waste your energy on someone like him," I whispered softly.

Then I spoke into the phone, my tone calm and detached. "Dante, let's keep this simple. I want a divorce. I don't have time for your baseless accusations."

Before I could say more, Adriana snatched the phone from my hand, unable to hold back any longer.

"You know what, Dante?" she snapped. "Marrying into your family has been nothing but a curse!"

"Let me make this clear. Adriana and I want divorces because you and Luca are both fools. Do you understand?"

Without waiting for a response, she hung up and immediately blocked him on every platform.

The next morning, as we prepared to leave for the county clerk's office, we saw Viviana standing at the entrance of my building, holding her baby in her arms. Two of the Falcone soldiers who usually ran security at the family compound waited by a black sedan at the curb, which told me everything about who had sent her and how she had found the address.

Her face was pale, her expression fragile, as if she might collapse at any moment. She looked pitiful, like a delicate flower trembling in the wind.

The moment she saw us, she dropped to her knees, her movements sudden and dramatic.

"Bianca, Adriana, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I came to apologize on behalf of Dante and Luca. This is all my fault. Please don't blame them."

"They were only looking out for me as a single mother," she continued, her tone soft and pleading. "They stayed with me at the hospital because I was scared. I thought they had already explained everything to you. I even reminded them…"

"I never meant to cause any misunderstanding."

Even now, she maintained her act perfectly, presenting herself as the innocent victim while subtly showing off her closeness with the two brothers. The ward they had sheltered since childhood, the woman the whole Family treated like porcelain. The soldiers by the sedan watched without expression.

Seeing Adriana's anger rising, I stepped forward quickly, my gaze turning cold.

"Oh? Viviana," I said evenly, "do I need your permission to get a divorce?"

"Your little act doesn't work on us anymore. Save it."

Out of basic courtesy for the child in her arms, I bent down to help her up.

But just as the elevator doors opened behind us, her expression changed in an instant.

Without warning, she let herself collapse onto the floor, as if I had pushed her.

I froze in shock, unable to react immediately.

Before I could say anything, Dante rushed over and shoved me hard.

"Bianca! How can you be so cruel?" he shouted. "Stay away from her!"

Caught off guard, I stumbled backward and fell. Adriana quickly rushed to my side, helping me up.

"Bianca, are you okay?" she asked anxiously.

Only after confirming that Viviana was unharmed did Dante finally turn to look at me. He opened his mouth, clearly ready to lash out again.

But the moment his eyes fell on my flat stomach, his expression changed completely. His face went pale. The Falcone Underboss, the man who had held a scalpel steady inside dying soldiers, went absolutely still.

"Where's the baby?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. "Bianca… where is our child?"

My thumb rubbed the pale mark where my wedding ring had sat. I said nothing.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened again. Luca stepped out, still talking on his phone.

"What's going on now?" he said impatiently. "I could hear you arguing all the way down the hall. You're going to scare the baby."

"I have to get back to court," he added quickly. "There's a vendetta snatch job involving a pregnant woman who was stabbed. The prosecution is pressing charges."

As his gaze landed on me, he paused briefly before glancing at Dante.

"Hey," he said casually, "did she already give birth?"

That question seemed to snap Dante back to reality. Panic flooded his eyes as he grabbed my shoulders and shook me.

"Bianca, you had the baby, right?" he said urgently. "Don't scare me like this!"

Dante's questions came rushing out one after another, his voice trembling as his hands gripped my shoulders tightly. He shook me as if trying to force an answer out of me, his face filled with panic and desperation, as though he had just realized something he could no longer control.

But while he panicked, my heart felt like it was being torn apart all over again. The pain inside me ran just as deep, only quieter, heavier, suffocating.

I could still feel it so clearly, as if it were happening again in that very moment. The cold blade plunging into my stomach, the violent, tearing pain that followed, and the horrifying sensation of my baby slipping away from me.

That memory was carved into my mind, raw and vivid, something I would never be able to forget. It replayed again and again, each time bringing with it the same unbearable agony.

I had never felt hatred like this before. It wasn't just anger. It was something darker, something that consumed everything inside me.

If only he had answered the phone. If only he had spared me even a moment of his time. If only he had sensed that I needed him, just once.

Then maybe… just maybe… our baby would still be alive.

Now, looking at Dante and Luca standing in front of me, their faces filled with guilt and confusion, I felt nothing but disgust rising within me. The foyer of the house we'd shared was still and cold, the two soldiers posted by the front door staring straight ahead as if they'd been trained not to hear a word. They had been. That was how the Falcone household worked. You heard nothing. You saw nothing. You carried it to the grave.

"The baby is gone," I said, my voice flat and emotionless. "Not just mine. Adriana's too."

I paused briefly, letting the weight of my words sink in. "She had just found out she was one month pregnant. I told both of you. But you didn't listen."

"There's nothing left to say anymore," I continued quietly. "I want the separation. The alliance is done."

Dante staggered backward as if struck, disbelief flooding his expression. His lips trembled as he muttered, "So… you weren't trying to scare me. The baby… our baby is really gone…"

But then, as if refusing to accept reality, he suddenly snapped. His face twisted with anger as he shouted, "Bianca, you're not even human!"

"The baby was eight months along!" he continued, his voice rising uncontrollably. "And you just decided to get rid of it out of spite? She was fully formed!"

"Are you insane?" he roared. "How could you kill our child? Come with me to the police station. You have to pay for this!"

The room went very still. One of the soldiers by the door shifted his weight, then caught himself. Nobody moved.

A bitter smile slowly formed on my lips as I looked at him. There was sadness in it, but also something cold, something hollow. My thumb rubbed the pale band of skin where my wedding ring had sat, back and forth, the only motion in my body that I couldn't seem to stop.

"If you want to talk about killers," I said calmly, "you should look at yourself. And Viviana."

"I was attacked because of a surgery you performed," I continued, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "A clandestine operation. It was revenge for a life you couldn't save on that table."

"They found me because of you," I said. "They beat me. They kicked me. They stabbed a knife into my stomach."

"And you call me inhuman?"

I took a step closer, my gaze locking onto his. "Do you know who led them to me?"

"It was your dear 'sister,' Viviana," I said coldly. "She told them that snatching me would get your attention."

"So tell me," I pressed, my voice trembling slightly, "who really killed our child?"

My voice shook under the weight of everything I had endured. "Do you think anyone feels this loss more than I do?"

Dante didn't answer. His hand had drifted to his wrist, his thumb dragging once across the face of his watch, but whatever truth he was measuring stayed locked behind his teeth.

"No… no, it wasn't me…" Viviana stammered, her face turning pale as she tried to defend herself. Her voice faltered, her usual composure slipping. One hand curled at her side, a fingernail pressing hard into the pad of her thumb until the skin blanched white.

Before she could say more, Luca suddenly turned toward me, cutting her off.