When He Faked My Medical Records to Kill My Baby, I Married the Don

"When I was eight months pregnant, I was diagnosed with toxoplasmosis. Everyone urged me to abort. I couldn't bear it, but for the child's sake, I endured a curettage. When I went to the pharmacy to get medicine, my brother suddenly asked in the family group chat,

“How is it? Is the child still there?”

My husband Enzo Coleone replied,

“Gone. I scraped it out myself.”

My father sent a grinning emoji.

“Great. Now Vera can wait for her delivery in peace, and she'll never have to worry about your child stealing its father's love.”

My mother sent a dozen red packets.