A Second Chance at Lies

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.