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"“I think this one is his!” “Well... I guess this one might be mine!” They were placing bets— But the subject of their cruel game… was me. After eight years of marriage, I was finally expecting a child with my husband. Or so I thought—until I accidentally found his medical report showing a procedure that made it impossible… dated a year ago. With my hands shaking, I took the report to his study, only to overhear their conversation. “You gave everything up for your true love, even did that… and now you’ve turned your wife into a joke. Aren’t you afraid she’ll find out?” “She’s too attached to me. She couldn’t live without me.” The love I believed in was nothing but a carefully planned lie. That moment changed everything. Divorce was no longer a question—it was a necessity. And one day, they will all face the consequences of their choices." "At the Rossi Family Estate on Chicago’s North Side, I was eight months preg//nant when I accidentally found my husband’s vasectomy record. The date on it was from a year ago. My hand froze on my swollen belly, a wave of panic hitting so hard it made my knees weak. I rushed out immediately, desperate to confront him. When I reached Anthony’s office at the family headquarters, laughter spilled through the heavy door. This was the place where Anthony handled the Rossi family’s mob affairs. Tonight, the room sounded more like a private drinking den for his captains—loud, crude, and filled with the kind of laughter that always meant trouble.” “Anthony, you’ve stayed loyal to Sophia for years—had the damn vasectomy and everything—yet you handed your wife over night after night.” “Now she’s eight months preg//nant and still has no clue who the father is. Aren’t you afraid she’ll figure it out when the baby’s born?” Anthony let out a dismissive snort. “If she hadn’t insisted on marrying me, Sophia wouldn’t have run off overseas heartbroken.” He kicked back casually. “And even if she finds out, so what? Look at her—eight months along.
