After the Divorce, My Ex-Husband Repents Behind Bars for Life

When I was three months pregnant, I walked straight into an ambush. A bullet tore through my arm, and they rushed me to the hospital.

By the time it was over, the baby had been torn out of me alive.

The surgeon, Mia, passed it off as a tragic mistake.

I tore the hospital apart, and my husband, Leon, only looked annoyed. "It's one kid. We'll have another. Why put the doctor through hell over it?"

Then I saw the smug woman standing behind him, and it all came together.

I smiled at Leon. What he didn't know was that in the gang shootout three months ago, the bullet to his stomach had left him sterile for good.

And that baby was the only blood he would ever have.

The grief, and the sheer weight of my broken body, finally dragged me under, and I blacked out.

Half-conscious, I heard Leon talking to Mia.

"Don't beat yourself up. I never wanted the kid anyway. If anything, you took care of a problem for me."

A problem.

He'd actually just called our own child a problem.

But I remembered it so clearly, the way his whole face had lit up when the pregnancy first showed.

He'd told me the baby and I were the two people he loved most in the world.

And in almost no time at all, his heart had turned.

"So how are you going to reward me?"

"What do you want?"

"I want... you."

"Easy, you little minx. We're in a hospital."

"You promised me a reward... and I want it right here, next to her."

The sounds that came next, the breathing, the bodies, kept echoing in my ears, and I couldn't shut them out.

My nails bit into my palms, and the fury rising in me was so total that I wanted to pull a gun and end them both on the spot.

But in the end, I forced the urge back down.

Because I heard Mia tell him, "I'm pregnant. One month along."

No one knew that in that shootout three months ago, a single round had torn into Leon's stomach, and that round was why he could never father a child again.

A mafia Don who couldn't sire an heir would have been finished.

So to shore up his standing in the family, I'd buried the truth.

And now that Mia was pregnant, it was the sweetest punishment he could possibly get.

You didn't want your own child, Leon? Fine. Then you could raise someone else's.

I couldn't wait to see the look on your face when you learned the truth.

When I woke the next morning, only Mia was left in the room.

The collar of her white coat hung open on purpose, showing off the kiss marks on her collarbone.

Then she smiled and asked me, "Did you enjoy the show last night?"

I dug my nails into my palm and slowly sat up.

"The miscarriage. You did it on purpose,