My heartbeat roared in my ears. "The baby was born alive." My body started shaking. "It was a boy. Someone took him from you." Santino spoke with a calm voice. "And I think you already know who."
Seraphina.
A sob tore through my throat, but I swallowed it back. "Where is he?"
Santino shrugged, watching me carefully. "I don't have that answer."
I had been grieving a child who had never died. My hands trembled as I forced myself to breathe. "Why are you telling me this?"
Santino tilted his head. "Because he needs his mother," his gaze darkened. "Search Lorenzo's study. That's where the real truth is."
~Back at home
I forced myself to act normal when Lorenzo arrived, pretending to be tired to avoid raising his suspicion.
After a moment of discussion, Lorenzo finally gave in and listened. He didn't suspect a thing.
That night, as soon as he fell asleep, I sneaked into his study. I rummaged through drawers, flipping through files, searching—
And then I found it.
A file labeled with my name.
Inside was the confirmation.
My last baby boy was given to Seraphina as an heir to the Ricci family. My sixth pregnancy was also mentioned.