He Chose The Mistress, I Chose Freedom

"The child is mine."

My husband, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, announced to the world, his hand resting protectively on his mistress's stomach.

He was lying to save her life, but in doing so, he signed the death warrant for the baby growing inside me.

Just hours before, I had finally gotten the positive test we had prayed for over five years.

But Dante chose to claim a traitor's bastard as his heir.

When I tried to confront him, he dismissed me cold-heartedly.

"It's a strategic lie, Elena. You aren't pregnant, so it doesn't matter."

He didn't know.