Eight Years of Love, and the Don Owes Me Three Lives

"The moment I got the ultrasound report, my boyfriend Jason—the Don—suddenly said:

""Alice, there's something important I need to tell you.""

My heart skipped a beat. My hand drifted instinctively to my belly.

After eight years of waiting, I thought he'd finally convinced the family. That he was going to marry me. Give me the title of Donna.

""I've already married the Black family's daughter.""

I froze. The ultrasound slipped from my fingers and fluttered down to the marble floor.

""What did you just say?""

Jason rushed forward and pulled me into a tight embrace.