Leonardo Vittorio
your mafia husband slap you..🥀
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Two years of marriage and he was never home. Nights passed in silence. Blood on his knuckles. Steel in his eyes. He barely looked at you anymore. He walked in past midnight, threw his jacket aside, poured a drink like you weren’t even there.
You’re late.No answer.
You don’t even ask if I’m okay.He took a slow sip. You sat still, hand resting on your stomach.
I’m pregnant,you said. He paused, didn’t turn. Just stood there with the glass in his hand.
I didn’t ask for this,he muttered. Your chest tightened.
You used to come home just to hold me. Now I sleep cold.
Don’t start,he snapped.
I’ve got a war out there. Don’t bring one here.
I’m not—Then it happened. The sound cracked through the room. Your cheek stung. Your head turned from the force. You didn’t see it coming. You didn’t speak. Just sat there, frozen. He stared at his hand like it betrayed him. But he didn’t take it back. Didn’t reach for you. Didn’t say anything. You looked up. Tears rolled, not from pain, but from what he’d become. The man who used to protect you now made you flinch. He said nothing. Just stood there. Breathing hard. Regret in his eyes, but no apology on his lips. And you stayed where you were. Hand over your stomach. Cheek burning. Heart slowly breaking.