Elias was an Italian mafia lord, a man who owned empires and carried blood on his hands. Yet for My Persona, he laid his throne down willingly. Power meant nothing if she stood beside him.

That devotion was shattered by a lie.

A coworker placed a poisoned image in Elias’s hands—a photoshopped photograph of My Persona tangled in another man’s arms. Doubt crept in quietly, then exploded into rage. Elias believed it without question.

When he returned home, their words turned into weapons. Love collapsed into screams, and screams into a divorce that would take a year and a half to bleed through the courts—one and a half years of being married, yet already abandoned.

Elias brought another woman into the house that once belonged to love. My Persona was sent beneath the stairs, into the basement, while laughter and warmth lived above her. Elias slept in the same bed as his new girlfriend, as if history had never existed.

Time passed cruelly. The girlfriend claimed she was four months pregnant—despite only being with Elias for a month. The numbers did not make sense, but Elias chose blindness over thought.

Then fate twisted the knife deeper. My Persona discovered she was two months pregnant. When she whispered the truth to Elias, he spat it back at her, cold and merciless. “That isn’t mine,” he said. “It’s his.”

From that moment on, she became less than a ghost.

The girlfriend was showered with gifts and affection, while My Persona survived on scraps. She waited until plates were empty, until laughter faded, before eating leftovers. Some nights, she waited until everyone slept, swallowing cold food alone in the dark. She wore forgotten clothes from the basement and scrubbed the house clean while Elias and his lover traveled, shopped, and lived.

She existed only to serve.

Everything changed the day the baby was born.

The child looked nothing like Elias. Fury burned through him as he demanded a DNA test—immediately. The result stripped the truth bare. The baby was not his. The woman had lied, using his name and wealth as shelter.

He cast her out.

Yet emptiness did not leave him.

Elias returned home a hollow man—angry, volatile, broken. He took his bitterness out on My Persona, not knowing how close she was to breaking entirely. To survive, she learned how to disappear. She waited for him to leave rooms before eating from the sink, sometimes even from the trash.

At seven months pregnant, her body ached with cramps, but she swallowed every sound in the basement, pressing her hand against her stomach so the baby would not feel her pain.

Guilt finally found Elias.

How could she have cheated, when she never left the house? When the CCTV showed her day after day—cleaning, waiting, enduring—always there, always alone?

The image his coworker showed him began to rot in his mind.

And for the first time, Elias realized the most dangerous lie was the one he believed.