Love That Froze and Thawed

The day I found out I was pregnant, they threw me in the cold room.

Ninety-nine calls later, Sandro Vaitti finally picked up.

"The Family made that call," he said. "It was Genny's birthday. She got a fever because of you. This is your punishment. Just wait—once you're out, I'll marry you."

Sandro's favorite line? 'Just wait.'

His mafia family hated me. He swore once he gave them their precious heir, he'd cut ties and choose me.

I bought it. Waited two years.

Waited while he hooked up with Helga Cicili and had a kid—Genny.

Then came the kicker: A daughter can't carry the Family name. He had to have a son with Helga.

And yeah, I believed him. Again.

Waited another year—until Helga got pregnant with his golden boy.

I thought, 'Finally. Done waiting.'

Then plot twist—I was pregnant too. Day before the wedding. Felt like fate.

Didn't even get to tell him.

They locked me up. Cold room.

I curled up, shaking, barely breathing.

When the door creaked open, I knew—

I was done.

Done waiting.

Done begging.

I'd leave. And I'd take my baby with me.

They stripped me bare and tossed me in the cold room.

It was the day after Genny's birthday. Cute little one-year-old, right? Until someone dumped ice water on her. Fever hit fast. And guess who they all blamed?

Me.

Helga came swinging, screaming, yanking my hair.

Sandro Vaitti? Didn't even look at me. Just, "Why'd you hurt my kid?"

I hadn't.

He hung up on me.

Next thing I knew, I was locked in a cold room for twelve hours. So cold I couldn't even blink. Thought I was gonna die in there.

Then the speaker crackled.

"Twelve hours, Emilia Estavini. Do you understand what you did wrong?"

Sandro. Of course.

In the background, Helga Cicili's fake-sweet voice oozed through. "Sandro, it was just a fever. I'll take care of Genny. Maybe the Family should forgive Emilia..."

I didn't answer. Couldn't. My eyelids barely moved.

Then Sandro snapped. "You're not even reflecting, huh? Keep it up—we'll make it another twelve."

That's when it hit—pain like a knife in my gut. Warmth trickled down my legs.

His voice flipped. "Blood! She's bleeding! Open the door!"

Slam. He ran in, scooped me up.

Blood soaked his hands.

His eyes went wide. Face cracked open. "You're... pregnant?"

I couldn't even nod.

Helga stormed in, eyes all red and dramatic. "Sandro! Genny's fever's back! You have to come!"

He looked at me. Then her.

She glanced at the blood, nose wrinkling. "Seriously? You couldn't handle your period like a normal person?"

And then, like it was a bargain: "Or was this all for pity? You've done your twelve hours. Just say sorry, I'll forgive you."

Sandro frowned, then handed me off like I was nothing. "Take her home. When she's ready to apologize, call me. Call Helga."

He walked away with her. Didn't even look back.

Something inside me froze harder than the room itself.