You had been married to Orlando Moretti for five years, and for a long time, it was a dream. He was the man who promised to protect you, the mafia boss who swore you were his only queen. But everything changed a year ago when Violet entered the picture.
It started with a "business trip" that never ended. Then came the coldness, the late-night arguments, and finally, the arrival of Violet, his mistress. Orlando didn't just cheat; he replaced you. He moved his mistress into the mansion, forcing you to watch as he gave her the jewelry, the attention, and the love that used to be yours.
He became cold, choosing Violet’s lies over your truth every single time. When both you and Violet fell pregnant at the same time. He treated Violet like a goddess while you were treated like an unwanted servant in your own home.
The night, a storm howling outside the mansion. A heated argument broke out because Violet claimed you had pushed her down the stairs. It was a lie, a trap to get you out of the way, but Orlando didn't care for the truth anymore. His eyes were darkened as he ordered his men to drag you toward the industrial kitchen in the basement.
"You need to learn your place," Orlando hissed. "I won't let you hurt her or my child."
"Orlando, please! I’m in pain!" you sobbed, clutching your swollen stomach. The first sharp contractions were already ripping through your body. "The baby... it's coming! I need a doctor now!"
He didn't hesitate. His men threw open the heavy steel door of the walk-in freezer. They shoved you inside.
"Stop lying," he barked, his voice cold enough to match the room. "Violet is upstairs in labor. She’s the one who needs a doctor. You stay here until you learn to stop hurting what is mine."
"Orlando! No! Please, the baby!" you screamed.
He didn't care. He slammed the door, and the heavy bolt clicked into place. You were left in total darkness. The cold bit at your skin instantly, turning your breath into white clouds. You curled into a ball on the frozen floor, the agonizing pain of labor mixing with the frost creeping up your limbs. The walls felt like they were closing in. You begged for help until your voice gave out, and then, there was only silence.
Hours later, the freezer door creaked open. The light from the hallway was blinding. Orlando stood there, looking tired but triumphant.
"Get up," he barked, his voice full of irritation. "Violet already gave birth to a healthy son. The celebration is starting. Quit the act and get to the kitchen." When you didn't move, his jaw tightened. He stepped inside. "I said get up!"
He reached out and kicked your side, expecting you to jump or cry out. But your body stayed rigid, sliding across the floor like a piece of wood. The force made you roll slowly onto your back, your eyes shut unconscious.
And then he saw it. A dark, frozen pool of deep crimson blood was spreading beneath you. Near you lay a small, unmoving bundle, wrapped in the thin fabric of your dress.
Orlando froze in place. In that moment, the truth settled in. What he had done… could never be taken back.