He spotted the calendar and saw the message written on it.
“Let’s break up, Dante.”
He felt as if something had exploded in his head. His ears were ringing as he slumped onto the couch.
I wanted to break up with him? But why? We were supposed to get married that day. Wasn’t that day the day I’d been looking forward to the most?
He finally realized that I knew the truth all along, and I’d long since decided to leave him.
Dante tried to call me again, and this time, I took the call.
“What the hell is the meaning of this?” Dante demanded, doing his best to keep his anger in check. “Are you dumping me just like that?” After a few seconds of silence, I said coolly, “It’s over between us, Dante. Did you even bother asking me when you decided to give her a baby as a way to repay her for saving your life? You never truly intended to get my permission. You decided it for yourself.”
“You’re a doctor. You know she doesn’t have long to live!”
“That’s right. I’m a doctor, so I know even better than anyone that getting someone pregnant isn’t the right way to make it up to someone. It’s also not a reasonable excuse for sacrificing your fiancee. In any case, I’m sure you know just how much effort I’d put in just to be with you. After all, why would a doctor choose to give up on her career just to be with someone from the mafia?”
I then ended the call.
Dante remained frozen. It finally dawned on him that the woman he had known for over 20 years was truly gone.
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