After I divorced the mafia boss, he pleaded outside my house on bended knees for us to get back together.

Apparently, it struck him that I was the only one for him.

To win me back, he dropped every lover he kept on the side and made a spectacle of his love across the city. At our wedding, he lit the sky with fireworks to show the city of Naples that he had me back in his life again.

All envious eyes were on me as I completely had his heart.

The eve of our first Valentine’s Day together after our second wedding, I went for a hospital check-up, only to find that I was expecting.

With the pregnancy test result in hand, I wanted to share the good news with him right away, but I ran into him taking another woman with a bump for a prenatal appointment.

The doctor congratulated them on their newborn, due next week. The woman was a childhood friend of his.

As it turned out, he begged me for another shot at marriage while impregnating another behind my back.

His proclamation of undying love was nothing more than lies to keep me sweet.

I didn’t cry, nor did I raise hell.

All I did was take out my entire savings to stage a plane crash to fake my death.

Since a divorce couldn’t free me from him, I’d make him lose me forever.

By the time he realized that I was carrying his child, the only thing he’d have left of me was a death certificate.

It was the day before the first Valentine’s Day since we gave marriage another try. Feeling unwell, I went to get myself checked out at the hospital. The doctor held the examination report and said with a smile, “Congratulations. You’re four weeks pregnant. The baby is doing great.”

With the test result in hand, I was excited to share the good news with Casen Moretti.

The moment I looked up, there was Casen, escorting a pregnant woman into the next room with the most tender look on his face.

The woman with a bump was Charlie Lisbon, a close friend Casen grew up with. The best part was that Charlie had always been in love with Casen.

As if possessed, I followed them.

In the treatment room, the doctor told Casen with a grin, “The baby is due next week. As parents, you can start putting together the baby’s essentials.”

Casen turned to Charlie, his expression softening in a way I hadn’t seen before.

“You’ve done so well.:

Charlie kept her head down bashfully, her voice tinged with delight.

“I don’t find it hard at all. I’m happy to carry your child.”

Stunned on the spot, I couldn’t believe my ears.

Amid my daze, I picked up on Charlie’s smugness in her question to Casen.

“Surely, Donna won’t take it well if she finds out that I’m expecting your child.”

Casen’s voice turned icy.

“It was a mistake. I was drunk and mistook you for Bonnie. I expect you to take this secret to your grave.

“Bonnie must never find out, or don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

My body went stiff, and my mind blank.

I stood there frozen as Casen emerged from the room, his arm around Charlie.

When his eyes met mine, Casen jerked his arm back with panic flashing across his face.

“What are you doing here, Bonnie? Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m just here as Charlie’s friend for her checkup. She has a husband!”

Brushing off the hurt look in Charlie’s eyes, Casen put all his attention on me.

As his gaze fell on the medical papers in my hand, his expression shifted to one of frantic.

“Are you ill? Where does it hurt? Why didn’t you ask me to come with you?”

The concern in his eyes seemed genuine. I had always been his priority.

Hiding the report behind my back, I kept my voice flat to sound like I didn’t care.

“Oh, I’m fine… It was just indigestion. The doctor prescribed me something for the upset tummy.”

Casen let out a sigh of relief.

Not sparing Charlie another look, Casen put his arm around me tenderly and walked me out of the hospital.

“I’ll take you back to the estate. I’ll get the chef to make something easy on the stomach. You should stay at home and rest for the next few days.”

“Casen…”

Charlie’s voice trailed behind us. Yet, Casen didn’t stop even for a second, as if oblivious to her cries.

Letting out a shriek, Charlie slammed into a cart in the hallway.

Casen’s muscles tensed up. Without a second thought, he released his grip on me and rushed to pull Charlie into his arms.

The nurse hurried along to examine Charlie, ascertaining that the unborn child was unharmed.

Turning back, I didn’t miss the heartache and distress across Casen’s face.

“Casen, you should take Charlie home.”

Casen looked at me in hesitation. My gaze held steady as if I was talking about the weather.

“The driver is waiting for me at the entrance. He’ll get me home safely.”

I didn’t give Casen a choice because his voice didn’t matter.

The driver took me to a remote, secluded location on my request.

Somewhere out there was a secret agency that would fulfill even the strangest request for the right amount of money.

I slapped my bank card down on the table.

“I want you to stage my death. I want to vanish from Naples in three days, to a place no one can find me.”

Since divorce couldn’t set me free from Casen, death would.

My child and I would cease to exist in Casen’s world.

With my business done and out of the way, I got a ride back to the Moretti Estate.

Upon opening the door, I walked into the unfamiliar sound of a woman chuckling in the living room.

The hallway was cluttered with suitcases, and the household help scurried to move the bags upstairs.

Dressed in a comfortable floral nightgown, Charlie nestled on the sofa with her swollen belly.

Casen took the plate of fruit from the butler and brought a piece of apple to Charlie’s lips.

As I stepped into the space, Casen plopped the fruit platter on the table right away.

“Hear me out, Bonnie… Charlie is due any day now. Her husband isn’t around, so I couldn’t just leave her on her own… Rest assured that she’ll be gone the minute the baby arrives.”

Flustered and anxious, Casen had a whole bunch of excuses prepared to convince me to let her stay.

“It’s quite alright. She can stay.”

I cut him off with composure as though the matter was not of concern to me.

“She won’t get in your way—What? You’re okay with that?”

Taken aback at first, Casen quickly beamed.

“That’s great. I knew you had a heart of gold!”

Casen took quick paces toward me. As always, he wrapped his arms around me in a sweet embrace.

He smelled of a peculiar milk scent, mixed with sweet, fruity notes.

Feeling sick to my stomach, I retched and pushed him away.

Before I knew it, Casen pressed me hard into his chest.

“Didn’t you see the doctor earlier? Why are you throwing up?”

His voice was thick with worry. He shook violently out of concern for me.

Tears blurred my vision. I simply couldn’t look away from Casen’s intense love.

Yet, despite his love for me, Casen betrayed me anyway.

I parted my lips, eager to confront him about Charlie.

Charlie’s bragging voice echoed from behind.

“Donna, care for some fruit? The baby’s father went out his way to get it for me.”

Charlie put the emphasis on the child’s father while her eyes drifted to Casen.

“That won’t be necessary. I can provide everything for Bonnie. Just keep yourself in check.”

Before I could answer, Casen jumped in to cut her off, his gaze menacing.

“You’d better watch your tongue, or I’ll have your husband come pick you up.”

Pale in the face, Charlie looked hurt.

However, she knew Casen wasn’t joking. Keeping her head down, she said in compliance, “Got it… Please don’t kick me out!”

Not sparing her another look, Casen helped me to the sofa.

“Arthur, fetch the apple puree and beef bone broth that’s been on the stove all afternoon.”

He turned to me, his eyes sparkling like a child seeking approval.

“I made the soup. Try it and tell me what you think.”

I was stunned. Having been waited on all his life, Casen had never set foot in the kitchen, much less cooked anything.

Keeping my head down, I cried softly, “Sure.”

Casen brought the bowl of soup to me and said with a smile, “Tomorrow marks our fifth Valentine’s Day together. I’ve cleared my schedule, so no one can bother us tomorrow.”

He rambled on excitedly about his plans for tomorrow, his eyes shining with expectations for the day ahead.

“I want to spend every Valentine’s with you.”

I quietly listened to his itinerary, feeling nothing inside.

Tomorrow would be the last Valentine’s Day we would spend together.

For that reason, I went along with his plans. It would be the perfect way to close the final chapters of our lives together.

I got up bright and early the next day and put on the dress from the day things were official between Casen and me.

Deep down, I still carried a slight glimmer of hope.

Casen and I had been together for five years, and not once did we have a proper Valentine’s Day celebration together.

I hoped for a perfect ending for us this time.

In our first year as a married couple, I went all out with dinner and gifts, even putting on his favorite white lace dress for Valentine’s Day.

However, he simply dropped me, claiming there was an emergency. He was gone for the entire night.

Later, the headlines about Casen attending a yacht party with a female celebrity were everywhere.

The following year, Casen was there with me, but he was on the phone all through dinner, taking calls and replying to messages.

I played dumb to the woman’s voice on the other end of the line.

In the third year, Casen talked about a business trip. In truth, he was away, traveling with his new lover during the romantic celebration of love.

Casen told me that this date held no significance to him.

As it turned out, the occasion didn’t mean anything to him when spent with me.

By our last Valentine’s before the divorce, I stopped holding out expectations for him and didn’t bother bringing up the day.

The celebration slipped Casen’s mind as well. Maybe he deemed the occasion unnecessary.

I spent the day on my own, not kicking up a single fuss. He even came home at night, asking why I had been so quiet about the whole thing.

To that, I simply answered indifferently, “I don’t see the point anyway.”

Before long, I tricked Casen into signing the divorce papers.

I hadn’t heard a word from Casen despite waiting from morning until noon.

With time, my heart turned hollow.

Then came a notification from my phone. I had an update on Instagram.

I went into the app and found a message from an unknown account handler.

“So what if you and Casen got back together? I’ve been with him forever, and I’m the one he loves the most. I’m going to have his baby soon!

“Do you know how much he cares about my child? All I need is to say the word, and he leaves you for me, even on Valentine’s Day.

“I heard that he hasn’t spent a single Valentine’s Day with you, even though you have been together with him for ages. Oh, you poor, unwanted soul.”

It was clear that the alt account belonged to Charlie. With trembling hands, I tapped on her profile and saw her latest post.

The photo collage showed the two of them on vacation in Sicily.

I felt the squeeze in my chest, stopping my lungs from inhaling the air.

Throughout our years of marriage, I had proposed a trip to Sicily more than once, but Casen always had a reason to say no.

“Maybe next time. I’ve been swamped with work lately.”

As it happened, time was never an issue for him.

Tears clouded my eyes. I was done with him right there and then.

My phone rang. It was Casen.

After a brief hesitation, I dried my tears and took the call.

“Hear me out, Bonnie. Something urgent came up, and I can’t make it back. Don’t be mad. I’ll make it up to you.”

His voice dripped with anxiety and apology.

“I’ll get back right now and take you anywhere for a break. Just say the word. Trust me, Bonnie. Your word is my command.”

Meanwhile, a text notification popped up on my phone.

The mysterious agency brought me a piece of good news at last.

“Ms. Conti, everything you need is set. All that remains is for you to choose a method of death.”

“Are you still there, Bonnie?”

On the other end of the line, Casen sounded rather brash.

I paused before muttering, “Sure. Let’s have a getaway in Sicily.”

The line went quiet for a few seconds before Casen replied reluctantly, “Okay. I’ll get back immediately.”

“It’s alright. You can head straight to Sicily. I’ve planned the route. We’ll meet in Sicily.”

I hung up and got in touch with the agency. I said calmly, “I’ve made my choice. It will be a crash of a plane bound for Sicily.”

Meanwhile, Casen urgently summoned his assistant, Tyler, the moment the call ended.

“Put together a luxury vacation for me. I’m heading to the airport to pick Bonnie up.”

Not backing down without a fight, Charlie pulled him back.

“Didn’t you say that you’d stay here with me? Our baby—”

“Shut up, Charlie! You used the child to get me here. I can let this slide out of consideration for the child, but you need to disappear right now. Bonnie’s going to be here any minute. You’d better not show your face.”

Charlie was too scared to say anything to Casen’s stern face.

Just then, Tyler rushed over, his expression more alarmed than ever.

“Don Moretti, a plane bound for Sicily just went down. Donna is on that flight!”