The PTA Meeting That Ended Us

My name is Carmela Romano.

My wedding to Enzo Moretti, the mafia boss, comes with a price tag of hundreds of millions. The extravagant affair leaves the world utterly astonished.

Enzo declares his love with a sky full of fireworks and fills the venue with a million roses. The ten-carat ring on my finger gleams brilliantly, outshining everything around me.

Everyone envies our love story.

But one day, everything falls apart. After a brutal attack by a rival gang, I suffer a miscarriage. To my disbelief, Enzo is absent, preoccupied with a parent-teacher meeting for Luca Vitale—the son of his childhood sweetheart.

After 66 unanswered calls, Enzo finally texts me.

"I'm at Luca's parent-teacher meeting. Stop calling me!"

"Luca grew up without a father. I'm only helping him this once. There's no reason to make a scene!"

Blood seeps out beneath me, and the agony in my stomach is unbearable. I can only sink deeper into despair.

The child I've waited for all these years is gone.

The snow falls heavier with every passing moment. I close my eyes, yearning to escape this world with my baby.

But miraculously, a patrolling officer discovers me, barely clinging to life.

When I wake in the hospital, one thought burns in my mind.

"I want a divorce. Enzo, I'm done with you."

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed.

The patrolling officer who saved me was there, and a doctor was carefully tending to my wounds.

Instinctively, I whispered, "Where's my baby?"

My voice came out raspy and broken. I realized it had gone completely hoarse.

A look of pity passed over the doctor's face. "The baby didn't make it. If you'd been brought in ten minutes earlier, we might have been able to save them."

Even though I had been dreading this answer, I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face.

I reached for my phone and typed a message to Enzo Moretti, my husband. "Let's get a divorce."

Hours slipped by, and there was still no reply.

I typed another message. "I was in a car accident. The baby is gone. I'm at Central City Hospital."

Still, the silence stretched on.

After I contacted my lawyer and sent Enzo the divorce agreement, my phone finally rang.

To my shock, it was Bianca Rossi.

"Ciao, Carmela, please don't be upset. Luca's parent-teacher meeting required both parents' attendance, so I had no choice but to ask Enzo for help.

"Please don't let this affect your marriage. Also, you shouldn't use your child as a pawn in this matter. Enzo loves you deeply. You'll only end up hurting him by doing this."

Just as I was about to speak, Enzo's voice cut in.

"Carmela, can you please stop bringing up the baby and divorce every time something happens? Show some maturity!

"The parent-teacher meeting required both a father and a mother. Luca doesn't have a father. I was only helping this once. You're a mother yourself. How