Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram notification.

"From now on, Luca will have Enzo with him at every parent-teacher meeting!"

In the photo, Bianca and Enzo stood on either side of Luca, their smiles lighting up his face. Every word in her caption overflowed with pride.

While Luca was being cherished by Enzo, my baby had already been erased from his world.

"Enzo," I thought bitterly, "when you finally realize that you chose another child over our own, will you feel even the slightest regret?"

I grabbed my phone and instructed my lawyer to forward the signed divorce agreement to Enzo.

A whole week went by, and I still hadn't received a reply. Determined, I arranged for the divorce agreement to be delivered straight to his office.

Even three days later, there was no response. With no other option left, I called to confront him.

"Carmela, I really liked the gift you sent this time," Enzo said. "Stop lying just to get my attention, and stop being jealous of Bianca and Luca. Only then will I promise to care about you more."

Before I could say anything, his words struck me silent.

He was referring to the package I had sent to his office—the one that held our divorce agreement.

He hadn't even bothered to open it and assumed it was some kind of peace offering from me.

"That's not a gift, Enzo," I said firmly. "It's a divorce agreement."

"Are you out of your mind, Carmela? That was a week ago! Are you seriously still hung up on it? Can't you behave yourself for once? You're pregnant, for heaven's sake! Why are you acting like this?"

Bianca spoke up suddenly. "Carmela, if your marriage is falling apart because of me and Luca, we'll leave. Just please don't divorce Enzo! He loves you so much. If you leave him, he'll lose his mind!"

Then, she said to him, "Enzo, don't be angry. Carmela's just upset. You should comfort her. Pregnant women act like this sometimes. She doesn't really want a divorce—she just wants your attention."

Although Bianca seemed like she was defending me, in truth, she was criticizing me, implying I was short-tempered and impulsive.

Enzo sneered coldly. "Let's just hope our baby doesn't inherit your temper and jealousy."

At that moment, I completely lost control. "Enzo, the baby's gone! You'll never see them!" I shouted, tears pouring down my face.

After a tense silence, Enzo's cold voice pierced through the phone. "Carmela, stop being ridiculous. I can't stand it when you make jokes about the baby. I'm taking Luca out to buy some toys. I don't have time for your lies."

His words struck me like a knife to the heart.

"Enzo, I'll take Luca out. You should go home and be with Carmela," Bianca chimed in. "A pregnant woman's emotions can affect the baby's development!"

Her concern was only surface-deep; in reality, she was hinting that I was jeopardizing the baby's health to get attention.

"Carmela's just overreacting. Don't worry about her," Enzo replied.

The call ended the next second. Tears of frustration and helplessness poured down my face.

The next two weeks were unbearable. Enzo made no effort to contact me. It felt as though he had completely forgotten I was his wife.

Every day, I watched the other patients being cared for by their families. The loneliness cut me to the bone.

Under the covers each night, I grasped my unborn baby's clothes and wept quietly.

Over those two weeks, my heart broke repeatedly as I mourned both my baby and the end of my marriage.

Letting go of the man I once loved tore something deep inside me. I knew it would take a long time to heal.

One day, the doctor finally told me I could be discharged. As I walked past the pediatric clinic, I saw Enzo carrying Luca in his arms for his check-up.

"Dad… Mom… I'm scared of the needle," Luca whimpered. He clutched Enzo's hand, his eyes welling with tears.

"It's okay, don't be scared." Enzo comforted him. "I'll stay right here with you. When you get better, I'll take you to the amusement park."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Luca. I'll be right here with you too," Bianca added.

The three of them looked like a happy family.

Meanwhile, my deceased baby and I were nothing more than abandoned shadows. I placed my hand over my flat belly, my heart breaking all over again.

Suddenly, the truth became clear. My baby and I were meaningless in Enzo's world.

It was Bianca and Luca who truly mattered—the ones he cherished and protected above all else.

The last shred of hope in my heart finally faded.

Pain surged through me, pushing me to the brink of collapse.

"Are you alright?"

A janitor came over to steady me. After thanking her, I turned and left.

I went home and started packing my things. I was finally ready to leave.

On the way, I stumbled upon Bianca's new Instagram post.

"Having Enzo with him at the doctor's made Luca brave. He wasn't afraid of the pain this time!"

The photo showed Enzo holding Luca close, his expression full of concern.

Enzo had commented on the post, "From now on, I'll always be there for him."

"I'll treat him like my own son."

As I read those words, tears filled my eyes again.

I had already been shattered by the loss of our baby. Yet here he was, promising to care for another woman's son.

Every ounce of his love should have belonged to our baby.

Grief coiled around my heart, leaving me gasping for air.

Upon returning home, I looked at the nursery I had lovingly prepared. Tears streamed down my face as I stood among all the baby items.

Enzo and I had planned every detail for our baby's arrival. But now, our child was lost to us.

The home that had once overflowed with happiness now felt like a knife twisting in my chest. All I wanted was to run away.

I grabbed my suitcase, ready to leave.

Just then, Enzo appeared at the door. "Great, you're back! Could you get the nursery ready? Bianca's bringing Luca over to stay here. Make sure the decorations are blue. Luca loves that color."

I froze. "What did you just say? Are you seriously letting another child sleep in our baby's room?"

Even though I had already decided to leave, seeing how openly biased Enzo was still broke me.

"You're only five months along," he retorted. "There's still plenty of time before our baby's born. Let Luca sleep in the nursery for now. We can always redecorate another room later. He's sick and needs someone to look after him, so he'll be staying here for a while."

Suddenly, Enzo's gaze landed on the suitcase beside me.

"Where do you think you're going? Since you couldn't get my attention by lying, are you attempting a little getaway now?"

He let out a cold, mocking laugh as he sank into the couch.

"You're about to be a mother, for crying out loud. Can't you be more mature and forgiving? Luca's never had a father. Why do you have to make a fuss just because I'm being kind to him? Besides, they're only staying here temporarily. Once Luca gets better, they'll leave."

Seeing Enzo pour his heart into caring for another woman's child felt like a dagger slowly twisting in my chest.

"I'm not throwing a tantrum. If you want them to move in, so be it," I said. "You can have someone else tidy the room. I'm leaving."

I didn't want to speak to him any longer.

With every conversation, the truth sank in deeper. Bianca and Luca held a place in Enzo's heart that our baby and I never would.

Just as I took a few steps, Bianca appeared in the doorway with Luca. "Carmela, what's wrong? Are you upset that Luca and I came over? We'll leave right now. Please, don't be angry."

Feigning concern, she turned and led Luca away.

Without warning, Enzo stepped in, stopping her in her tracks. "You don't have to go. If anyone's leaving, it's Carmela. She's being ridiculous again."

With that, he carried Luca in his arms and headed to the nursery.

Bianca leaned in closer to me, a triumphant smirk on her face. "Did you see that, Carmela? As long as I'm here, Enzo will never put you first. He'll never see you as my equal, and your child will never measure up to mine."

The moment she finished speaking, she deliberately stumbled into the coffee table. "Ouch! Carmela! Even if you dislike me, you can't just push me like that!"

Enzo lunged forward, steadying her in the nick of time. "Bianca!"

His face was a mask of fury as he glared at me.

"Damn it, Carmela! How could you lay a hand on her?"

"I—" I tried to explain, but before I could get another word out, Enzo shoved me hard. I stumbled and crashed to the floor.

It was only then that he noticed my stomach. Where it had once gently curved, it had now flattened completely.

"Carmela, what happened to your belly? Where's the baby?"