Tragic Love Mafia Short Stories & Pregnancy Novels

My husband, Rafael Vescari, was the most feared Don in the city. Men lowered their eyes when he entered a room, and women knew better than to touch him. But when it came to me, Rafael had always been different. Especially after I became pregnant with his child. He hated other men looking at me. He hated me talking to them. Lately, he barely let me out of his sight. I only spoke to another man for three minutes at the gala. That was enough to make Rafael furious. He couldn't punish me the way he normally would. So he chose another weapon. Jealousy. He brushed a strand of hair from Sloane’s face while making sure I was watching. He drove her home even though she lived only a few blocks away, and he answered every message she sent while leaving mine unread. At first, I dismissed it as a childish game between lovers. I chased after him, asked him to stop, and believed he would eventually grow tired of it. It wasn’t until I was in a car accident that I realized I was wrong. While I lay unconscious and bleeding, the hospital called Rafael. The surgeon warned him that our baby was losing oxygen and asked him to come immediately. Rafael stayed with Sloane, whose injured wrist needed only a few stitches. “Elodie is using the baby to get my attention. Tell her I’ll come when she apologizes.” He hung up. Hours later, Rafael finally reached the hospital. The surgeon met him outside the operating room. “Your wife survived. The baby didn’t.” I watched the color drain from his face and removed my wedding ring. “Our son is gone.” “And I don’t want you anymore.”