I Signed the Termination and Took My Crown
My husband Dante, Don of the Moretti family, was killed in a gang crossfire.
I was devastated, because the same day, I’d also found out that my IVF injection had worked. I was pregnant.
The Moretti didn’t want me to spiral. So they called in Dante’s twin brother, Ash Moretti, to help around.
I felt both guilty and grateful until I overheard them talking in the study.
“It was Ash who died. Why would you make us tell Harper it was you?” His father asked.
Dante’s voice. “I only married her because you promised me the Don’s seat.”
Then Gianna’s voice. “Dante had given her a child. That alone should’ve been enough.”
So. It wasn’t my husband who died. It was his brother. And my husband and his sister in law thought this was his clean exit.
As he wished, I gave it to him.
When the doctor told me the fetus had less than a ten percent chance of survival, I agreed to terminate.
And along with reclaiming everything else I had once given the Moretti, I walked away from his life—for good.