He Left Me Dying, So I Married His Greatest Enemy

“I don’t care what happens to my wife. Just make sure the baby survives.”

Those were the last words my mafia husband said to me as I lay bleeding on the delivery table. Instead of staying by my side, Luke walked away to comfort Daniella—the sweet orphan I had once treated like a younger sister—while I faced premature labor alone.

He believed I was nothing more than a naive woman repaying a blood debt. To him, my only purpose was to carry his child. Once the baby was born, he planned to discard me and give our child to the woman he truly loved.

But he underestimated me.