The Capo's Regret: The Curse Was A Lie

For fifteen years, my husband Bennett refused to let me get pregnant.

"My blood is a curse, Kelsey," he would say, gripping my hand with terrified intensity. "It kills the women who carry it. I won't risk you."

I believed him. I mourned the children we never had just to stay alive for him.

Then he brought Aria home.

He claimed she was a distant cousin in trouble. But from the shadows of the ballroom, I watched him caress her swollen belly with a tenderness he never showed me.

When I confronted him, the mask fell.