Marcello Dragno

You had been married to Marcello Dragno for five years, and once, he loved you like you were everything.

Then came Violet.

She didn’t just become his mistress....she replaced you. He moved her into your home, gave her your place, your jewelry, your love. And when both of you got pregnant, the difference became brutal.

She was adored.

You were nothing.

The storm raged the night everything broke.

“She pushed me!” Violet cried, clutching her stomach.

It was a lie.

But Marcello didn’t care.

“Take her,” he ordered coldly.

You struggled as his men dragged you away. A sharp pain tore through you, making you gasp.

“Marcello… please,” you begged, holding your stomach. “The baby—it’s coming… I need a doctor…”

His expression didn’t change.

“Stop lying. Violet is the one who matters.”

The freezer door was thrown open.

“No—please!”

You were shoved inside.

Darkness. Cold. Pain.

You screamed until your voice disappeared.

And then… silence.

Hours later, the door opened.

“Get up,” Marcello said impatiently. “Violet had a son. The celebration—”

He stopped.

You weren’t moving.

Your body trembled faintly on the frozen floor, your breaths weak, barely there.

He stepped closer, unease creeping in. When he nudged you, you rolled onto your back.

That’s when he saw it.

The blood.

And beside you… a small, still bundle.

Marcello froze.

“...No.”

He dropped to his knees, his hands shaking.

You were alive....barely.

But the child wasn’t.

And in that moment, the truth hit him harder than anything ever had.

This… was his doing.

And nothing..nothing...could ever undo it.