บททั้งหมดของ Miscarriage Was Murder: My Husband's Secret Plot: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The fever hit that night.Maybe my body was too weak after the miscarriage, or maybe the weight of what I'd learned had finally crushed something inside me. Either way, I burned through the night in a haze, slipping in and out of consciousness while blood filled every dream.In one of them, a small child stood at the top of a staircase, drenched in red, watching me. I reached for him, but he drifted further away.A cool touch pressed against my forehead. I forced my eyes open and found someone half-kneeling beside the bed, wiping my face with a damp towel.In the dim light, Domenico Ferrante was still wearing the same black shirt from yesterday, his sleeves rolled to the elbows. He was a man who never had a hair out of place, but right now, he looked wrecked. His eyes were bloodshot, and dark stubble shadowed his jaw.Fever-reducing syringes and ice packs were scattered across the nightstand. A basin of water sat haphazardly by the foot of the bed, half of it soaked into his pant

I lowered my head, my eyes welling with tears. Any explanation I could offer would be meaningless now, because from start to finish, Domenico had never cared about the truth.I was so tired, too tired to even argue anymore.After that day, I moved into the east wing suite on my own. For three full days, I didn't go downstairs even once. And in that time, the entire estate transformed as though it had a new mistress.The staff began taking Valentina's orders first. The kitchen prepared special meals for her. Even the Ferrante family's private doctor made three visits a day to the master bedroom.Everyone revolved around the baby in her belly, while I, the actual wife, might as well have ceased to exist.On the fourth night, the estate hosted a private dinner. The Silvestri family was coming to discuss a partnership on an arms shipment route, and Domenico had to be there.I hadn't planned on attending, but Domenico came to my room personally. He draped a jacket over my shoulders, h

The black Maybach tore through every red light on the way there. Domenico sat in the back seat, his face dark enough to silence the entire car.No one dared to speak. Rocco sat in the passenger seat, his back soaked through with cold sweat. He'd been at Domenico's side for years, and this was the first time he'd ever seen the Don lose control like this.Just ten minutes ago, Domenico had mobilized the city's entire fire response network, blocked off roads, evacuated surrounding blocks, and ordered his private medical team on standby.The full weight of the Ferrante empire had been set into motion, all because of a single sentence. "The Madre's room caught fire."But even so, by the time the car pulled up to the estate, the flames had already torn through half the east wing. Smoke billowed into the sky, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of char.Fire hoses blasted water in every direction. The staff and guards were on their knees across the lawn, none of them daring to lo

Valentina finalized every detail of the party in no time.She invited all the prominent figures in their circle, along with every elder and relative in the Ferrante family. She was determined to use the evening to cement herself as the undisputed mistress of the estate.On the night of the party, she dressed to perfection. The gown was stunning, and she wore it like she'd been born for it. She moved through the crowd with easy grace, every inch the hostess.Most of the guests knew which way the wind was blowing and played along. They approached her one after another with smiles and congratulations, every word a compliment about her soon becoming Domenico's wife.The endless stream of flattery fed her vanity exactly the way she needed it to, and she kept a radiant smile on her face the entire night. She was certain that after tonight, no one would ever hold the dead Madre over her head again.But just as the evening was about to formally begin, when the atmosphere in the room was a

No one knew that I had faked my death and made my way back to my homeland, the coast of Cedral.I was the only daughter of one of Cedral's oldest and most powerful financial dynasties. My family's roots ran deep, with influence stretching across ports in multiple countries along the southern coast. We were old money in every sense of the word.I had been the treasure of the family from the day I was born, adored and sheltered by my parents and my brother. I could have lived my entire life in comfort and security, backed by a fortune most people couldn't imagine.But my younger self had despised everything about the rigid, predictable world I'd been born into.I'd met every eligible young man the families in our circle had to offer. They were polished, accomplished, and impossible to fault. Still, every single one of them was the same kind of safe, buttoned-up, and utterly lacking the raw edge I craved.Then I turned 19, and at a private cocktail party, I met Domenico.One look, a