I Was His Donna Until She Showed Up Pregnant

When I was three months pregnant, my Don husband’s so-called step sister, Ruby, showed up at my door.

Her swollen belly was impossible to miss, “Donna, since my due date is so close, I thought you should know… the Don’s heir is in my belly.”

She laid everything in front of me—intimate photos of her and Caleb, records of the weekly money transfers he sent her, even the deed to a mansion.

The earliest dates traced back to the time I lost our first baby, when the doctors told me it would be difficult for me to conceive again.

All these years, I had been enduring IVF treatments, desperately trying to carry our child once more—while he was fooling around with his so-called step sister.

Well, if Caleb wanted another woman so badly, he could have her.

I had no intention of staying anyway. I was already planning my leave.

Lena’s POV

My Don husband’s step sister showed up and told me she was carrying his child. I didn’t break down. I simply looked her in the eye and said, “You can have him.” I had no intention of staying with a lying, cheating man anyway.

“You knew Caleb never wanted me to show up in front of you.” Ruby—Caleb’s step-sister—looked at me with a smug smile, her eyes slowly studying my face. “But I had to. He mentioned you’re pregnant now?”

Her gaze dropped to my stomach.

“Too bad,” she continued lightly. “Mine’s a boy, and I’m already close to my due date.”

My eyes lowered to the photos and transaction records Ruby had dumped on the table earlier. In every picture, Caleb and Ruby were close—intimate, like they were the real married couple.

I gathered them and began flipping through them slowly.

The oldest photo dated back three years. I stared at the date. It was unmistakable. That was the day I lost my first baby.

Also the day Caleb had disappeared for the entire day. Later, he told me an urgent meeting had come up.

As the Don of the Stone House, urgent meetings were common. His business was dark and complicated. Disappearances happened all the time.

I had never questioned it.

I just had never imagined that his so-called urgent meeting was spending the entire day with Ruby—his so-called step-sister.

According to the photos, it had been quite a luxurious day. First, he took her to one of the most expensive restaurants downtown. Later, there was a poker night with some of his friends.

My fingers tightened around the photo. Compared to them, that day had been very different for me.

The doctor said the baby should be stable by then. But that afternoon, a sharp cramp twisted through my stomach. Blood ran down my legs as I shouted for the maid to call an ambulance—and Caleb.

In that ambulance, I truly thought I might die, that I will never see Caleb or meet our baby.

I had been terrified, desperate.

Turns out that all that