After Eight Lost Babies, I Left Him Forever

Three hours before the wedding, my betrothed sent word that he would not be coming to collect me. Instead, he turned his car around and bound himself to Carmela Greco under the eyes of a priest, the alliance contract signed and sealed.

I sat through the murmurs of the gathered families, every whisper a small blade. Then the heir-apparent of the Falcone bloodline, Lorenzo Falcone, pushed open the doors of the hotel ballroom.

He came with the most extravagant convoy the territory had ever seen, black cars stretching down the street like a funeral procession for someone else's pride, and he…