Bleeding to Death, I married the Enemy of my Mafia Husband

"I don't care about my wife right now. Just make sure the baby lives."

Those were my mafia husband's last words to me as I lay bleeding on the delivery table. He walked out to comfort Kate, the sweet orphan I had treated like a sister, leaving me to face premature labor alone.

He thought I was just a naive incubator paying off a blood debt. He thought he could dispose of me after birth and hand my child over to his mistress.

Instead, I faked my baby's death, signed the divorce papers, and walked into a freezing storm to take the hand of his greatest enemy.