All Chapters of Betrayed by the Husband, Protected by the Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Nerissa’s POVMy husband came home drunk and let it slip—his mistress, Bella, was pregnant. Then I discovered he’d been stealing from our joint account, sending her money every month like she was the real wife. I’m the daughter of the most feared mafia Don in the South. I don’t tolerate betrayal. So I called my father and said only one thing: “I want him gone. And I want him miserable.” Papa exhaled on the other end of the line. “You say the word, Nerissa, and I’ll make him pay for what he did to you. I’ll make him kneel at your feet and beg for mercy. He’ll wish he were dead.”After I hung up, I sat down on the sofa, staring at nothing.I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel it—anger, yes, but also something heavier. Maybe sadness or even disbelief. Five years of marriage don’t just vanish in a single second. For a moment, I thought about waking Eric up, dragging him out of bed and forcing him to look me in the eye and explain.But I was raised by my father—a man who just happens to b

Nerissa’s POVAfter lunch, Eric brought me back to his office, but a call pulled him away. The moment he stepped out, I slipped into the hallway.Bella and two other girls were in the secretary lounge, cups of coffee in hand.I slowed just enough to listen.“The doctor said the baby’s very healthy,” Bella said softly, her hand resting over her stomach. “Due at the end of the year.”“You’re so lucky,” one of them sighed. “Your boyfriend spoils you. That sea-view penthouse alone—”Bella smiled shyly. “That’s not all. He promised that once the baby is born, he’ll marry me.”Marry?A quiet laugh rose in my throat. My husband hadn’t even filed for divorce, yet he was already planning another wedding.Bella turned—and saw me. The color drained from her face instantly.“Mrs. Vale,” she stammered, stepping back.I walked toward her slowly, unhurried. “Bella, right?” I offered a gentle smile. “I heard you’re expecting. Congratulations.”Her hand moved instinctively to shield her stomach. “Th-th

Nerissa’s POVBella froze the moment the words left my mouth. “What… what do you mean by that?” she stammered.I reached into my bag and placed a thin file on the table in front of her. “I debated whether I should tell you, but then you showed up in front of me asking for money.”Bella stared at the folder. “What is this?” Her hand trembled as she picked it up.“Eric’s medical report,” I replied. “I retrieved it from the hospital yesterday.”She opened it slowly, fingers shaking.I had already highlighted the key line.Severe oligospermia. For a man like Eric, natural conception was nearly impossible.Bella read the words once, then again.When she lowered the file, her face had turned completely pale.“Do you still believe the child you’re carrying is his?” I asked softly.She looked as if she had been struck. “No… that’s not possible,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I haven’t been with anyone else. Only Eric…”“Only him?” I let out a quiet, cold laugh. “Women who chase wealthy men

Nerissa’s POVThree days later, Eric insisted on going to pick up the report himself.I opened the file he brought back slowly. Just as I expected, it wasn’t the real one.I had received the real report two days earlier. Bella knew about it too. The truth was simple—Bella really was carrying Eric’s child. She hadn’t lied about that.But the report in my hand now said the opposite. Eric Vale was not the father. Which meant only one thing, Eric had switched the report.I let surprise cross my face. “According to the results,” I read aloud calmly, “the child is not Eric’s.”“What? That’s impossible!” Bella shot to her feet, her face draining of color.Now she had seen it with her own eyes.Even if the baby was truly his, Eric would still throw her under the bus to protect himself.Eric scoffed beside me, completely unconcerned. “What do you have to say now?” he said coldly. “I told you I had nothing to do with your kid. Leave and stop bothering me and my wife.”Bella stared at him in disb

Nerissa’s POVI reached into my bag, pulled out the divorce paper I had prepared days ago and tossed it in front of Eric. “Sign it.”Eric stared at the papers and shook his head weakly. “I won’t sign.”“That’s fine,” I replied calmly. “Papa, didn’t you say you prepared a basement cell for him? Maybe we should send him there.”I paused, almost thoughtfully. “Oh, and break his leg first. That way he won’t go anywhere.”I was never the gentle wife Eric believed I was. After all, I was raised by a mafia Don. I could handle a gun by the age of ten. I could bring down a deer twice the size of a grown man without hesitation.During the years I spent with Eric, I chose to show him only my softer side.And now, for the first time, I let him see the other side of me.I wanted him to fear me, to understand that crushing him would be no harder than crushing an ant. If I decided to make him disappear today, no one in this city would dare say a word.“No! No—wait!” Eric cried, his voice trembling. “