After He Blinded Me The Don Begged For Forgiveness Chapter 01
The news of my divorce from Soren Costello traveled from Manhattan all the way to Sicily.
The Dons of all Five Families were waiting to watch the Costellos become a laughingstock.
I had shoved his pregnant mistress off the pool terrace, nearly sending her and the twins in her belly straight to God.
As Soren’s legal goddaughter, the Donna he’d cradled in his palm, I had created this enormous scandal—all over his mistress.
In revenge, he splashed industrial-grade acid into my eyes. I went blind, my face was ruined, and I left his side.
Six years passed before we met again.
He had become the most powerful Don on the entire East Coast.
And I was blind, scraping by at a massage parlor for the blind in Bensonhurst.
He sat on the massage bed, and not even the rhythm of his breathing shifted.
I treated him the way I treated any other client.
The scent of cigars drifted off his suit—exactly the same as it had been six years ago.
It wasn’t until he was about to leave that he suddenly spoke.
“Anna, after drifting out there this long, you should know fear by now.”
“Are you sure you still want to drag my child along, living like a rat?”
I rubbed the calluses on my palm and said nothing.
He didn’t know.
The child I had carried for nine months and finally given birth to had died long ago.
…
A long silence passed before Soren sighed.
“Anna, look at these hands of yours. Can you really raise a child like this?”
“Just apologize to Serena, and I’ll bring you back to the Long Island estate right now. You can live the life you’re meant to live.”
I didn’t move. I calmly reached for the card reader.
“That won’t be necessary, Don Soren. Please settle your bill.”
Soren didn’t move. His knuckles tapped against the table.
His voice dropped lower.
“Anna, you’re blind. What good does it do you to keep this up?”
I blinked my hollow eyes and was about to speak.
Soren’s phone rang. Two small, childish voices came through the line.
“Daddy, I miss you. When are you coming home? Mommy has a fever.”
“Yeah, Mommy’s so sick today her eyes are all red. Come back and stay with us.”
Soren’s voice softened, gentle and coaxing.
“Daddy misses you too.”
“Take good care of Mommy. I’ll be home soon.”
My heart felt like it was being squeezed in someone’s fist, wringing out a single drop of blood.
He stood in heaven, while I lay in hell.
After he hung up, I could sense his hesitation.
His voice came out hoarse. “Anna, I…”
I forced a smile and deliberately stepped aside, clearing his path.
“Safe travels, Don Soren.”
After a long moment, I finally heard his footsteps move toward the door.
But at the threshold, he stopped again.
“Anna, I remember—you didn’t used to be like this.”
Used to be?
I touched the corner of my eye, where the burning ache still lingered.
For him, for my child, I had tried so hard to make him notice me. I had hurt myself. I had hurt him.
But in the end, my child was taken from me, and he—for that woman—had cast me out of the family.