“I’m eight months pregnant, and the doctor said I could give birth prematurely at any time.”
Dante glanced down at my abdomen, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a commodity.
“You know how this child came to be.”
“I married you only out of a sense of responsibility.”
“Don’t use it to threaten me.”
“It disgusts me.”
In that instant, my heart felt like it had been pierced by a bullet.
I always knew he didn’t love me.
But I never imagined that in his eyes, I wasn’t even human.
Just a vessel to maintain the bloodlines of our two families.
That night, he initiated it.
But the next day, he said I schemed against him.
I forced him into marriage with my body.
Now, he’s not even willing to maintain the last shred of pretense.
“You're not far from the ancestral home, walk back yourself.”
He finished speaking and started the car again.
The phone was still pressed to his ear.
His voice suddenly softened.
“Serafina, don't be afraid, I'll be there soon.”
The headlights flashed, and the black sedan disappeared into the rain.
As if it had never stopped.
I was alone, left behind at the border.
The wind swept across the wasteland, cutting my face like a knife.
This was the gray zone.
No rules.
No protection.