Instead, Matteo had been only a few steps away. He was with another woman as she gave birth. So, the betrayal had started early.
When my husband had sworn he would never let me down in this life, my body and my heart had already begun to drift apart. I swallowed the sudden pain, gripped the bloodied knife and slashed it through the screen.
Deep love had been broken and only hatred remained between us. Before I could take the child home, the mother was unable to control her anger. Sylvia Bruno came to my door.
The moment she pushed the door open, Sylvia shoved a dagger at my chest.
"Bitch, you touch my child and I will kill you!" she screamed.
I turned my head without thinking. The blade tore through my arm, leaving a long, bleeding wound. Flesh split while the blood poured out.
I pretended not to feel the pain. Then, I grabbed her hair and slammed her head into the doorframe.
My men held Sylvia down until she fell to her knees. That woman did not cry. She just stared at me with fierce eyes. She was truly beautiful, with eyes as clear as the naive me had once been.