Dear Don, We Can Never Go Back to 18 Chapter 03
I still remembered those early days, back when I was newly pregnant. Enzo had doted on me endlessly.
He refused to let the household staff prepare my meals, insisting on cooking every single dish for me himself to ease my morning sickness.
One freezing winter day, I craved a certain type of strawberry. He drove all across the city just to track them down for me.
That loving man cheated on me when I was five months pregnant.
I received an anonymous text message that day. I held my rounded belly and pushed open the door to the Hotel Suite.
I saw him tangled up in bed with another woman, and my mind went totally blank.
“Who the hell—” Enzo started to snap.
His eyes widened in pure terror the second he saw me.
“Ada… Ada, let me explain!”
“I was drunk, I didn’t mean to—”
I walked right up to him and struck him across the face.
Everything went black, and I collapsed to the floor.
When I woke up again, our child was gone.
Enzo dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around me.
I stumbled out of the bed and clawed at him wildly, rage burning bright in my tear-filled eyes.
“Why? Why would you do this to me?”
“Was I not enough for you? How could you betray me like this?”
I screamed until my throat was raw and hoarse.
He held me close and cried right alongside me.
For a long while after that, Enzo walked on eggshells around me.
He tiptoed carefully through every interaction, trying desperately to fix our shattered relationship.
I never brought up divorce, yet I refused to let him close the distance between us.
The moment I pushed him away once again, he finally lost his temper.
“Ada! How much longer are you going to torture me like this?”
“What happened has already happened. If you refuse to leave me, why keep dwelling on the past?”
He stared at me, exhaustion heavy in his gaze.
“Do you want me to die to pay for the loss of that baby? Will that finally satisfy you?”
I looked away and stayed silent.
My baby was gone. Ten years of my love had turned into a cruel joke. Every beautiful thing in my life had been crushed to pieces.
And he dared to ask why I could not let it go.
My voice came out weak and broken.
“Yes. I wish both of you would die. Then I would finally be at peace.”
Enzo slammed the door shut and stormed out in a fit of anger.
Before he left, he spat out a heartless line.
“A stillborn child has no rights.”
Those words cut straight through my heart like a thousand blades.
I knew dragging each other down would bring no joy for either of us. But I could never heal from the pain.
We broke apart entirely after that. Enzo began bringing Elena straight into the De Luca Family Mansion.
“You pushed me to this point, Ada.”
“Are you happy now?”
I could not understand it. I and my unborn child were the victims here.
Somehow, everyone acted as if I was the unreasonable one. As if I was the one who drove him into another woman’s arms.
Sorrow turned to bitter anger that churned relentlessly inside my chest.
When Elena became pregnant not long after, she flaunted it right in front of me.
I had wanted nothing more than to drag her down with me, to avenge my lost child. But I could not do it, not when she carried a life inside her.
I chose to spare her, yet she had no intention of sparing me.
She threw herself down a flight of stairs on purpose while I stood nearby.
Elena lost her baby.
When she woke up, she cried and wailed just as I had once done.
The sight of her agony pulled a harsh laugh from my throat. Losing a child hurt everyone equally.
Enzo grabbed me by the neck, his face twisted with fury as he called me insane.
Elena’s sobs echoed through the hospital room, mixing with my cold laughter.
A single tear slid down my cheek.
“Enzo, you are the one who turned me into this person.”
He was the one who had broken both of us.
