My Mafia Husband Cheated While I Was Pregnant

The night I was kidnapped, my unborn child was ripped from me without mercy.

And my husband was front row at a concert—with her.

Don Dominic Castellano told the world he was in Seoul for an investor summit. In reality, he was laughing beneath stage lights, wrapped around Valentina Marchetti, as if I didn’t exist.

While I screamed in a decaying underground clinic, chained to a bloodstained bed, begging for a daughter who would never breathe.

When I woke up, I was empty.

Sterilized.

My heir was gone. My body ruined.

And Dominic arrived afterward in a clean suit and a cleaner lie.