He Saved His Mistress, Not His Wife

I was trapped under a massive oak bookcase, my leg shattered, dust filling my lungs.

My husband, Dante, the Underboss of the Chicago Outfit, finally found me. But just as he lifted the heavy beam to free me, his earpiece crackled.

It was news about Sofia, his childhood friend and the woman he truly loved.

"She scratched her arm on the car door, Boss. She's hyperventilating. She won't board the jet without you."

Dante froze. He looked at me, bleeding on the floor, secretly ten weeks pregnant with his child. Then he looked at the door.