When I woke up, I realized I was alone in the hospital.

A nurse came over, visibly concerned. "You're two months pregnant. Didn't you know?"

I froze as I took the medical record. I had no idea how I went home. All this while, my mind had been in a haze.

In our eight years of marriage, I had fantasized countless times about Francesco returning to me, and us welcoming our first child, one born out of love. Neither had happened.

Yet now, the child I had longed for came right when I had made up my mind to leave.

I stroked my belly, a mix of emotions surging within me. No matter the timing, I should've given the child a chance to see the world.

I made a silent promise to myself and didn't mention the pregnancy to anyone. I finished packing all my belongings and planned to leave with the child once Madre Greco's birthday banquet was over.

Francesco hadn't appeared for the next few days. I stayed home, yet the rumors still somehow reached me.

"I heard Francesco's about to divorce his wife for his current lover. This one seems really different."

On the day of Madre Greco's birthday, Francesco returned unexpectedly early. He glanced at the suitcase behind the door and frowned.

"What's that?"

"Nothing." I brushed him off. "I'm going on a vacation in a few days."

He nodded, though confusion flickered in his eyes.

"By the way, Selena's pregnant," he said after a brief pause. "I'll be keeping the baby."

My breath hitched, and even my heart skipped a beat.

He'd always surrounded himself with women, but this was the first time he had ever gotten someone pregnant. The joy in his eyes made my heart ache, yet I suppressed my emotions and simply smiled.

"That's good," I said.

He finally broke into a wide grin.

"I'm glad you're fine with it," he said, visibly relieved. "As for what happened last time… Let's just put the past behind us, okay?

"You did go overboard a little, but I've taught you a lesson. As long as you behave, I promise you'll still be the future Donna of the Greco family."

I nodded numbly, knowing he was implying I should not cause Selena any trouble.

"Let's go to Grandma's dinner together, or she'll nag at me again," he said when I was about to leave. "Leave your driver with Selena so he can take her home."

I didn't argue. After all, this was how things had always been—he used me to placate Madre Greco, while I cleaned up after him, foolishly believing in my empty fantasies of love.

I took the gift I had prepared and got into the car.

The vehicle was cruising down the road when Francesco's phone rang. He answered, and his expression immediately darkened.

He swerved the car to a stop by the roadside, then grabbed me by the neck.

"Selena's still pregnant. How dare you?" he snarled.

I was bewildered, my face flushed from the pressure.

"Even if you dislike her, you shouldn't have tampered with the car!"

Realization dawned on me. Selena had gotten in a car accident tonight—and not just in any car, but mine.

"I didn't do anything."

But Francesco didn't believe me at all. He revved the engine, and the car lurched forward, crashing into the barrier.

My vision swam as I clutched my stomach, desperately trying to wake him up.

"Stop! It wasn't me!" I shouted. "I'm pregnant too! Don't do anything reckless."

His concern for Selena's child made him completely lose control. He jumped out of the car, slamming the door.

"You think I'll believe your lies at a time like this? Stay here and think about what you've done. You can only leave when Selena's safe!"

The car reeked of gasoline. I frantically tried to open the door, but it was locked.

I pounded the windows, screaming to get Francesco's attention.

"Let me out! I really am pregnant!" I shouted, hoping he'd notice something off about the car.

"I might die in here. Francesco, you idiot!"

He was already out of my sight.

The smell of gasoline grew stronger, and suddenly flames burst out. Hope vanished from my eyes as I watched the fire consume the car, my hand falling from my belly.

…

Soon after, Francesco finally arrived at the hospital. To his surprise, Selena only had minor injuries.

Relieved, he quickly called his men to bring me so I could apologize to her in person.

"Mr. Greco, your car exploded on the overpass," his subordinate said, his face pale. "When we cleaned up the scene, the only thing we found was a burned shoe.

"It was Mrs. Greco's."

Francesco stared at the shoe, and the color drained from his face.

"What did you say?" he croaked. "The car was fine when I left. How could it suddenly burst into flames?"

His subordinate lowered his head, his forehead covered in sweat. Before Francesco could speak again, Selena padded out of her ward and asked weakly, "Is Ms. Morelli alright?

"I remember the driver only glanced at his phone, and the car swerved out of control. Did the same thing happen to her?"

Francesco's expression darkened. He turned to his subordinate and ordered, "Find her immediately. I know how cunning she is. She must've fled after her plan failed, and now she wants to pin the blame on Selena.

"Bring her here. I want her to apologize to Selena in person!"

His subordinate hesitated, wanting to say something. But the moment he glanced up, he caught the threatening look in Selena's eyes. He shuddered and simply nodded before leaving.

"Why are you getting up? You should be resting," Francesco chided, masking his irritation with a gentle voice.

Selena lay back down, her face still devoid of color.

"Caro, don't blame Ms. Morelli. It's all my fault," she said weakly. "I didn't heed her warning and insisted on being with you. It's normal that she hates me. I don't blame her.

"All I hope is that I can deliver this child safely. It's your first child after all, and you've waited so long."

Affection filled Francesco's eyes as he gazed at her.

"Selena, you're just too sensible. If only Mia were half as thoughtful as you…

"But don't worry. I'll give you an explanation. I won't let her off easily. I spoiled her too much back then, so that's why she's been getting more reckless. She even had the nerve to hurt you! This won't happen again."

Selena nodded with a smile.

Francesco waited until she fell asleep before slipping out of the ward. He opened his phone, a strange anxiety gnawing at him. News of the explosion on the overpass was still everywhere, yet I had vanished without a trace.

He tried to suppress the unease and turned around, only to bump into a nurse walking over with a report. He took it without thinking and flipped it open.

When he learned that Selena was pregnant, he wanted to accompany her to the checkup, but she said she had already gone. As he looked at the small silhouette on the ultrasound, he felt his heart soften.

"The baby is fine," the nurse said cheerfully. "Thankfully, it's already three months old. Otherwise, the situation could've been serious today."

Francesco blinked, the smile on his face disappearing.

"Three months?" He heard himself say. "Wasn't it two?"

The nurse flinched at his sudden question but explained nervously, "Ms. Ricci is over three months along. We told her during her previous checkup."

Realization struck Francesco before she even finished her sentence. He kicked open the door and threw the report onto the bed.

"Explain. How many months are you actually pregnant?" he demanded.

Selena stared at the report, her face turning white. "T-Two months! This must be a mistake. The hospital must've mixed it up. Let's go to another hospital…"

She grabbed his hand in panic, tears spilling over. In the past, he would have softened instantly, but this time, he shoved her away.

"Whose child is it? Tell me!"

Selena trembled, unable to speak.

Francesco looked as if someone had punched the living daylights out of him when his subordinate rushed in.

"Mr. Greco, we still can't find Mrs. Greco, but we found this at your house."

He glanced at the documents. They were my prenatal report and the signed divorce papers.