My Mafia Husband Fathered an Heir with My Sister. I Faked My Death—He Lost His Mind.

On the day of the crash, Evans first instinct was to pull my sister out of the car — my older sister, who had barely a scratch on her.I was trapped inside the crumpled wreck. It wasn't until men from the family arrived that they lifted me out of a pool of blood.I miscarried. The doctors said I would never be able to get pregnant again.I had also suffered irreversible brain damage. I was left with the mind of a three-year-old.When I woke up, I didn't recognize Evan or the woman he held protectively in his arms.Everyone in the family said it was just an accident.Evan stayed by my bed every day, changing my dressings, feeding me, and teaching me who people were as though I were a child.He cried as he held me, promising over and over that he would never leave me again.Clutching my stuffed animal, I whispered,'Are you my daddy?'His eyes were red.'I'm your husband.'But whenever my sister called, he stepped out of hospital room to answer.Then saw message hed sent her on his phone:[As long as she never remembers we can be together forever.]Later ,my sister had his baby.She said,'Can three us take family trip island for few days?'Evan glanced at me sat rug building blocks.All right.He crouched front if youre hungry,get something fridge.If thirsty drink water Ill back keep company soon.They shut door left there alone.But after accidentally struck rocks could think clearly again.My face set,I called Don Eisen.Come get me.Dont let Evan find out.