They Shaved My Head on My Wedding Night, and My Donna Mother-in-Law Went on a Rampage Chapter 07

They Shaved My Head on My Wedding Night, and My Donna Mother-in-Law Went on a Rampage Chapter 07

Serafina had begun her career as a trial attorney, but after marrying Don Ettore, she stepped away From the courtroom to focus on running the family.

Don Ettore adjusted the shawl around her shoulders and murmured, “You haven’t taken a case in years.”

Serafina didn’t look at anyone else. Her eyes remained fixed on Ginevra.

“But I’m taking this one.”

It wasn’t until we reached the hospital treatment room that I truly saw another side of Serafina.

The doctor cleaned my scalp, and I shuddered when an antiseptic pad passed over the broken skin

Matteo stepped forward, but Serafina stopped him with one arm. She sat directly in front of me, blocking my view of the mirror.

“Look at me.”

I did.

Her face was still drawn and her lips were pale, but her gaze never wavered.

“Squeeze my hand if it hurts.”

I hesitated, so she placed her hand in mine.

“Go ahead.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks as my fingers dug into the back of her hand. She didn’t so much as

flinch.

After the examination, the doctor said I had multiple abrasions across my scalp, along with localized swelling and dermatitis caused by chemical irritation. I would need medication and follow-up care.

“Don’t wear a wig for now. Trapping heat and moisture against the area could make the inflammation worse and increase the risk of infection.”

Strangely, the warning came as a relief.

The wedding ceremony clearly couldn’t go ahead tomorrow.

No one could force a wig over my injuries and make me pretend nothing had happened.

Matteo understood that too.

He came over and dropped to his knees in front of me.

People passing through the hallway glanced over. I froze.

“Alessia, I’m sorry.”

He kept his head bowed, his voice trembling.

“Alessia, I’m sorry. I was horribly wrong.”

“I kept dismissing Ginevra’s behavior as childish and treating your pain as if you were being too

sensitive.”

“Even after you were hurt tonight, my first thoughts were about the wedding, appearances, and our

ties to Ginevra’s family.”

“I was a complete bastard.”

People whispered around us.

I didn’t help him up, and neither did Serafina.

Serafina said coldly, “An apology doesn’t make this over, and neither does getting on your knees.”

Matteo raised his head, his eyes red.

“I know.”

In front of me, he pulled out his phone and called the wedding coordinator first.

“Cancel tomorrow’s ceremony. I’ll cover all the costs. I’ll notify the guests myself.”

Next, he opened the group chat for our families and close friends and posted a statement.

[Tomorrow’s wedding ceremony has been canceled because Ginevra deliberately harmed Alessia, recorded her without consent, and organized others to humiliate her. The police are now involved. The Vitale family will not allow this matter to be minimized or swept under the rug, and we will not entertain requests for leniency.]

After sending it, he blocked Ginevra’s number and left every group chat that included her.

I remembered Serafina charging inside in her black coat, like a fire that had broken loose.

Everyone else had told me to endure it.

Put on a wig. Cover the injuries. Don’t make the situation any uglier than it already was.

Only Serafina told me I didn’t have to hide.

The person who had been hurt shouldn’t have to swallow her pain just to keep up appearances.

The shame belonged to the person who caused it.

I touched my short hair, completely at peace.

Hair grew back and wounds healed, but there were things I would never forget.

I would never forget how those people had turned my pain into entertainment.

And I would never forget that at my most humiliated, someone had stormed into that room and thrown every cruel joke back in their faces.

To some, my mother-in-law was unhinged.

But I knew she wasn’t the one who had lost her mind.

The truly twisted ones were those who disguised cruelty as a joke, dismissed the pain they caused as no big deal, and still expected their victim to smile and forgive them.

Real family was someone who stepped in front of you when the whole world told you to back down and made one thing clear to everyone else:

“She doesn’t have to take it. She has someone who will stand up for her.”