She Carried His Child, So I Fled with His Twins
On the day my husband's dying first love gave birth, his father, the Don of the Lupo family, posted ten armed men outside my door.
They were on high alert, terrified I might storm the delivery room and disrupt the birth of the first heir to the Lupo family.
But I never even touched the door, not even when the newborn's cries echoed down the hall.
Luca's mother, the family's Donna, let out a long sigh of relief, her hand tightly gripping the woman's on the hospital bed.
"Bianca, we're here. That barren woman, Stella, won't lay a finger on you or my grandson."
Luca leaned over, gently wiping the cold sweat from Bianca's brow, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Don't worry, Father's had his men lock down the entire private hospital. If she dares to cause a scene, I'll have her struck from the family records myself."
Only after confirming I wouldn't show up to make trouble did he finally relax.
He didn't understand. In his eyes, he was just honoring a debt, giving a dying woman a child to carry on her name, helping his first love fulfill her final wish.
Why couldn't I just be graceful about it? Why couldn't I see the bigger picture?
A satisfied smile touched Luca's lips as he gazed at the swaddled infant.
He was even thinking that if I would just swallow my pride, admit I was wrong, and show Bianca a little kindness, he would forgive my previous coldness completely.
He'd make it up to me, even offering me the hollow title of the child's mother, allowing me to keep my position as the Underboss's wife.
But what he didn't know was that I had already signed the divorce papers my lawyer had drawn up.
In a week, I would cut all ties with the Lupo family, take the twins growing inside me and walk away. We would never see each other again, not in this life or the next.