After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 02

After Breaking Up with the Mafia Don, All My Resources Were Stolen Chapter 02

Enzo called me afterward.

He gave no explanation. No apology. He did not even ask why.

He only confirmed with me, “You’ve thought it through?”

I gave a soft “Mm.”

He was silent for one second, then hung up.

I had thought he would be furious. After all, he had grown up at the center of his Family, surrounded by people who bowed to him. No one dared defy him. Yet I dumped him, and he was not even the first to know.

#EnzoVitaleDumped trended for three straight days.

Enzo never had anyone remove it.

My talent agency did not want to offend the Vitale Family, so they tried to take it down. But less than a minute after it disappeared, it went right back up.

That was not Enzo embarrassing himself.

That was Enzo warning me.

Sure enough, from then on, my career became difficult.

Until six years passed.

Until Enzo’s anger faded.

Until he and Sofia were about to get married.

The past came back too clearly, and my mind drifted.

The host called my name twice before I snapped out of it.

Everyone around me was happy for me. Amid thunderous applause, I looked through the gaps in the crowd toward the first row.

Sofia was sitting there.

There was an empty seat beside her.

No name tag was on it, but everyone knew it belonged to Enzo.

He had not arrived yet.

That was good.

At least it spared us both the awkwardness.

But when I stepped onto the stage and lifted my head to give my acceptance speech, Enzo was already sitting there.

After years apart, his presence had grown even colder and steadier.

A black suit. A sharply cut jaw. Eyes with no warmth at all.

The moment our gazes met, he looked at me like I was a stranger, not a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

I steadied myself and began my speech with composure.

Halfway through, the audience suddenly stirred.

Whispering would have been too mild a word. Everyone was trying to stay restrained, but the gossip was too explosive, and their voices rose despite themselves.

One of my haters had leaked a video.

Six years ago, not long after Enzo and I broke up, I had tried to numb myself with work. But before joining a production, I suddenly found out I was pregnant.

After that, I withdrew from the project and disappeared from the public eye for an entire year.

The video was from the security camera in the apartment building where I used to live. I forgot why I went out that day. But I had not worn a mask, so my face was clearly visible.

In the footage, my belly was obviously rounded.

When I stepped down from the stage holding the award, Coco and my assistant rushed over at once, trying to shield me and get me out.

But it was too late.

The reporters rushed in too.

Cameras and microphones were shoved almost into my face. Everyone was asking the same question.

“Miss Cavallaro, who is the father of the child?”

I was trapped in the crowd and could barely move.

Not far away, no one dared approach Enzo.

If Enzo and I had still been together, maybe the reporters would have treated me with a little more restraint.

I saw Enzo’s face filled with shock. His fingers, resting on the armrest, had tightened without him noticing.

He knew who the father was.

That was why he, who had always been calm and indifferent, lost control in public for the first time.

I did not answer the reporters directly.

I only smiled and denied it.

“I don’t have a child.”