No matter how I explained, he wouldn't believe me.
Then.
I became pregnant.
Donna Lucia gave the order directly.
The marriage was arranged.
The ceremony was small.
There were no blessings, only witnesses.
The ring was engraved with the double coat of arms of Valente and Falcone.
I wore it every day.
Like wearing shackles.
He never even glanced at it.
I kept waiting.
Waiting for him to believe me one day.
Waiting for him to turn back.
But now—
I died at the border.
Dying on the road he himself abandoned.
I could wait no longer. The scene shifts.
Dante has already taken Serafina back to the Morano manor.
The night is pitch black.
His armored limousine drives into the Valente-controlled area.
The men on both sides of the street bow in greeting.
This is his territory.
His kingdom.
And I, not even my body is here.
The car stops.
He returns to what we call "home."
The house is pitch black.
He frowns.
"Quite the temper."
"He doesn't even come home."
He doesn't know.
I'll never come back.
He loosens his tie, looking somewhat agitated.
No messages on his phone.
He finally starts to lose patience.
Just then—
The phone rings.
Piercing the silence.
He picks up the phone almost instantly.