The old Don nodded, and the movement seemed to cost him everything. "I was wrong to keep you bound to this Family. Go. Go find a life beyond all of this. You deserve a wider world than the one we built on blood."
Then he bent, gathering the child that was already gone into his arms, and left the room like a man carrying the weight of every sin the Falcone name had ever earned.
The moment the door clicked shut, the tears I had been holding back finally fell.
Years of bitterness and regret came crashing down at once.
My union with Lorenzo had been arranged by his grandfather. The old Don needed someone to leash his unruly heir, to keep the boy from burning the whole territory down. I needed someone to settle the life-debt hanging over my dying mother.
It had been a fair trade.
I walked away from my old life and became a Falcone bride.
Over time, I came to know the wounds he never spoke of at the Sunday table. How he lost his parents while he was still small enough to be forgotten in the shuffle of soldiers and made men. How he still woke in the dead of night, crying out for a mother who wasn't coming back.
In those moments, our two broken souls seemed to resonate with one another.
I want to heal his heart.
I want to build a happy family with him, something the code and the blood money could never touch.
So I gave myself to the role of being the perfect wife.
I drilled myself in the kitchen for hours, chasing the taste of his mother's cooking, the one warm thing that had ever reached him inside that cold compound.
I traveled from place to place, trying to rebuild the little wooden cabin from his childhood memories. I learned every art of the bedroom to satisfy him, hoping it would be enough to make him stay.
I thought we would have a future together.
But on the anniversary of our union, he walked into a hotel with my closest friend on his arm, unhurried, unashamed, daring the whole room to say a word.
Like a madwoman, I ran after him and demanded he explain himself.
He scoffed and threw the arrangement between his grandfather and me in my face, the terms of the debt that had bought my life.
"Serafina, what do you imagine you are? Because I entertained you for a while, you think you're truly a Falcone?"
"You're nothing but a stray my grandfather paid for. What right does a bought thing have to question me about who warms my bed? Push me, and I'll stop paying for your mother's care this very second."
I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I couldn't force out a single word.
From that night on, Lorenzo grew even more reckless.
When he tired of the nightclub darlings who preened for his attention, he moved on to my friends.
He kept testing my limits, again and again, the way a man tests how much a rope will bear before it snaps.
On one side, my mother needed her care, and the Family held the strings of it.
On the other, my marriage had rotted through to the bone. I almost collapsed under it.
The two forces pulled me in opposite directions, tearing me apart.
One day, lost in my own thoughts, I slipped and fell down the stairs.
That was when I found out I was carrying his child.
His grandfather pleaded with me, the old Don nearly desperate, his hand turning that heavy signet ring around and around.
"Serafina, please, keep the child. Perhaps it could save this union. If Lorenzo still hasn't changed after the baby comes, I swear on my name I won't force you to stay."
With too many things weighing on my heart, I agreed.
I tried. I truly did. I hadn't let myself try so hard in a long time.
But in the end, I lost everything. My mother, my baby, my marriage, my love.
