The Mafia’s Forgotten Wife: Pregnant and Abandoned

I found out I was pregnant at the same time as my mafia husband’s childhood sweetheart Rosa.

To protect her baby from being aborted by her parents, my husband claimed her baby as his own.

As for mine? He coxed me, saying he will claim only after her baby was born.

I confronted him, demanding to know why he would do this to me. His response was cold and unwavering: “Claiming her baby as mine was the only way to protect them both. I won’t let anything happen to her or the child.”

In that moment, as I looked at the man I had loved for ten years, I realized my love for him had died.

Not long after, my family condemned me, calling me a slut for having a child without a father and pressured me into getting an abortion.

Meanwhile, my husband was in another city, with his sweetheart, helping her through her pregnancy.

By the time he returned, I was already gone.

1

Isabella’s POV

I found out that my husband was accompanying his childhood sweetheart Rosa for her pregnancy check up at my regular hospital this afternoon.

“Vincent, our baby looks so cute on the monitor.”

From the crack in the door, I saw Vincent’s face lit up with a smile. Rosa was pointing at the monitor, and Vincent nodded, smiling back at her.

If I didn’t know that man was my husband—the father of my baby—I would have sworn they were a couple, happy and in love.

“Isabella Caruso? The doctor is ready for your examination,” the nurse called.

Vincent turned, his face drained of color, his eyes scanning the hallway. He must have heard my name.

When his eyes landed on me, his mouth opened, but no words came out.

I had been happily married to Vincent Falcone, my mafia husband, for nearly ten years. This year, I was finally pregnant with his child. He of all people should know how difficult is for me to have the baby now. How could he do this to me?

I slowly walked toward him, my heart boiling with fury, anger, and the deep sadness of realizing how much I had been lied to.

“Is that why you told me you couldn’t come to my appointment today?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but the anger surged, making it impossible to control.

Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped Vincent hard across the face.

It was the first time I had ever lashed out at him like this. Yet, even after I slapped him, he stood there, silent, avoiding my gaze.

“Your silence isn’t helping, Vincent. You owe me an explanation.”

Vincent didn’t move, but Rosa—who had been standing behind him—stepped forward, shielding him from my anger.

“Mrs Falcone, Isabella, right?” she said, her voice shaking, “Blame it all on me. Vincent did nothing wrong.”

“It was my mistake, Isabella. I’m the one who got pregnant.”

“Blamed it all on you, huh?” I scoffed, the