ELENA

Everyone’s eyes darted between us. Alessandro sat down and started eating like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb shell on his family.

“You’re pregnant?” Maria asked, staring at me.

“Yes.”

“How far long?”

“Five months,” I replied. The room fell silent. their unspoken words loud and clear. I could almost hear what they were thinking. If she’s five months in, does it mean she was pregnant before marriage?

Like my Family, Alessandro’s were traditional. I should have known. He had brought me here to humiliate me. To paint me like a whore. Was this punishment for not telling him who I was with earlier?

“You got pregnant before the...