The Mafia Don’s Contract Wife Chapter 05

The Mafia Don’s Contract Wife Chapter 05

My schedule was packed solid.

On the fifty-second day, I finally squeezed in time for an ultrasound.

On the screen, the tiny gestational sac looked no bigger than a peanut.

“The fetal heartbeat and yolk sac are healthy,” the doctor said.

I stared at the grainy black-and-white image. Something deep inside my chest gave a soft, aching twist—a tangled mess of sweetness and sorrow.

Our marriage contract was set to expire in a week.

But I’d already made up my mind to keep the baby.

On the drive home, I couldn’t stop debating whether to tell Vincenzo.

I even let myself wonder—what if he grew to love this child too?

When I got back, I found Vincenzo already home, his assistant with him.

The study door was ajar, faint voices drifting out.

I meant to walk past quietly, but Vincenzo’s cold, steady tone cut through the gap.

“Finalize the division of assets. Time is running out.”

His assistant agreed, then asked,

“Should we confirm with the Donna?”

Vincenzo paused for a moment before replying,

“No, I’ll speak to her myself.”

Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly for a while before getting up to open the window.

Cool air streamed in, but it did nothing to ease the heaviness in my chest.

It was like knowing winter would be cold—you still shiver when the first frost hits.

I’d long accepted I’d have to leave, yet when the day drew near, reluctance settled in.

Perhaps it was because Vincenzo had been the perfect contract husband.

Not only had he never interfered in my life, he’d also replaced my agent and mapped out an entirely new career path for me.

Even in the smallest daily details, he’d taken care of everything thoughtfully.

Over two years, I’d gained far more than the contract promised.

It was far too easy for someone like him to slip into my heart.

I pulled out my phone and deleted all the words I’d jotted down on the way—things I’d planned to say about the baby.

Now that I knew Vincenzo’s true intentions, there was no point in telling him.

The most dignified way to end a relationship was to part on good terms with dignity.

I didn’t want him to think I was using the baby to cling to him.

The days that followed were busy again.

I kept up with my work commitments, waiting for Vincenzo to bring up the contract termination.

But when the contract expired, there was still no word from him.

I asked around and learned—an emergency at the London branch had sent him flying there the previous week.

No wonder he’d delayed.

But it worked out.

With him away, I could pack up my things in peace.

I didn’t have much luggage. I left behind the little touches I’d added to the house—sure the staff would take care of them.

Once packed, I pulled out the divorce papers.

They’d been drafted alongside the marriage contract, terms clear and undisputed.

I signed my name, placed the papers on Vincenzo’s desk in the study, and left a note:

【Don Santini, thank you for the past two years of care. Please contact me when you’re free to finalize the paperwork. Wishing you all the best for the future.】

Then I grabbed my suitcase, hailed a cab, and left for good.