After Losing Our Baby, I Chose His Rival Family

"I'm sorry for your loss, Donna," the doctor's voice broke through the fog in my mind.

I could not make sense of the words at first. But as the truth sank in, the weight of it crushed me like a hand pressing down on my sternum until I could not draw air.

I was four weeks pregnant, and at that moment, I had lost the baby. All because of the ambush that came just before dawn, an unsanctioned hit that ripped through the Bellandi compound while half the Family slept.

Yet, even as I bled helplessly on the ground, my husband, Dante, the Don of the Bellandi Family, was nowhere to be found.