And no one would stand up for a woman who had been abandoned.
I walked slowly.
My stomach tightened in waves.
Every step felt like walking on broken glass.
The sky darkened rapidly, and the rain began to fall.
First a drizzle, then a downpour.
I had to stop to catch my breath.
Just then—
A blinding white light tore through the darkness in the distance.
A modified SUV came hurtling towards me without slowing down.
Too fast.
I didn't even have time to dodge.
The next second—
Bang.
I was thrown through the air.
The moment I hit the ground, I heard the sound of my bones breaking.
A sharp pain exploded in my limbs.
I instinctively reached for my abdomen.
Warm blood, mixed with cold rain, seeped through my fingers.
My child…
My child…
My phone rolled out of my bag.
The screen lit up.
I shakily pressed the only emergency contact number.
The phone rang for a long time.
So long that I thought he wouldn't answer.
Finally, it connected.
An impatient voice came from the other end.
"I'm taking Serafina to the hospital."
"Can you stop messing around?"
"Don't bother me anymore."
Then—
Beep.
The call was disconnected.
At that moment, I suddenly fell silent.
The rain was still falling.
The blood was still flowing.
But I couldn't feel the pain.
It turns out, what's more despairing than being hit by a car is desperately trying to survive, but no one wants you to live.
Not far away, an SUV stopped.
The door opened hesitantly.
A man got out, his voice trembling.
"I hit someone… she seemed to be pregnant…"
A deep, cold voice came from the other end of the phone.
"This is the gray area."
"No one will investigate."
"If she's still alive, let her die."
A brief silence.
The man's breathing became rapid.
"…I understand."
He got back into the car.
The engine roared.
The next second—
The tires crushed my body.
The sound of bones shattering was completely swallowed by the torrential rain.
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer human.
I floated in mid-air, like a ghost abandoned by the world.
The rain was still falling.
The crushed body on the ground was a bloody mess, its abdomen caved in.
That was me.
The young mistress of the Valente family, a tool for the Falcone bloodline's marriage alliance, a woman Dante Valente himself had discarded.
I hadn't even had a chance to look at myself properly.
A cold wind swept by.
The next second, I was swept away.
When I opened my eyes again, I was standing beside Dante.
No, floating beside him.