My Mafia Husband's Photo Game

Just a moment ago, after nearly bleeding to death, I gave the Rossi family their heir.

But my husband, Carter, the Rossi's underboss, let his confidante, Sofia, film me giving birth just because she said she was bored.

She captured everything: me losing control of my body, my screams, my face twisted in agony.

Afterward, she took screenshots, turned them into memes, and passed them around a private group chat for the family's inner circle.

Through the door of my hospital room, I could hear Sofia's wild laughter.

"Carter, this is the best entertainment all year. You always know just what I want."

"But Sloane's going to throw a fit when she wakes up and sees it."

The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet. My eyelids were heavy, and through the haze, I heard Carter's usual, nonchalant tone.

"She won't get really mad. You know Sloane. She always does what I tell her."

"I'll just have to sweet-talk her a little. Besides, with the heir here now, she wouldn't leave me."

My fingers, hidden beneath the silk sheets, clenched into a fist. My mind flooded with everything I had given up for him over the years.

Carter had probably forgotten who made him the man who runs these streets.

Since you love games so much, I'll play a real one with you.

The day I walk away, you will all regret it.

Just a moment ago, after nearly bleeding to death, I gave the Rossi family their heir.

But my husband, Carter, the Rossi's underboss, let his confidante, Sofia, film me giving birth just because she said she was bored.

She captured everything: me losing control of my body, my screams, my face twisted in agony.

Afterward, she took screenshots, turned them into memes, and passed them around a private group chat for the family's inner circle.

Through the door of my hospital room, I could hear Sofia's wild laughter.

"Carter, this is the best entertainment all year. You always know just what I want."

"But Sloane's going to throw a fit when she wakes up and sees it."

The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet. My eyelids were heavy, and through the haze, I heard Carter's usual, nonchalant tone.

"She won't get really mad. You know Sloane. She always does what I tell her."

"I'll just have to sweet-talk her a little. Besides, with the heir here now, she wouldn't leave me."

My fingers, hidden beneath the silk sheets, clenched into a fist. My mind flooded with everything I had given up for him over the years.

Carter had probably forgotten who made him the man who runs these streets.

Since you love games so much, I'll play a real one with you.

The day I walk away, you will all regret it.

...

Shrill laughter echoed through the hospital room.

Sofia, swinging the latest smartphone in her hand, pointed at the maliciously zoomed-in photo and bent over with laughter.

"Carter, look at her. She's hideous."

"That twisted expression... doesn't exactly