Divorcing the Mafia Don

On our wedding anniversary, a new post popped up on my Instagram. It was from my mafia husband, he was with his first love and her child, setting off fireworks.
The child reached up and called my husband Daddy.
Enzo held them both like they were the family he'd chosen.
I froze. Then, a divorce agreement was quickly drafted.
What Enzo didn't know was that I took my pain, my unborn child, and the last piece of my pride, and I disappeared.
Later, he panicked and searched for me all over the world, but he could never find me again.