The docks were nearly empty when I arrived, isolated from prying eyes—exactly the kind of place a man like Santino De Luca would choose for a meeting.
I spotted him standing near a sleek black car, dressed in a tailored suit that did nothing to soften the threatening aura surrounding him.
"Valeria Ricci." He greeted smoothly, his gaze lingering on me. "Or should I say, the woman who doesn't really know who she's married to?"
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to meet his gaze without wavering. "Tell me what you know."
Instead of answering, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a thick, confidential-looking medical report.
My breath hitched when he handed it to me.
My fingers trembled as I flipped through the pages—my stomach twisting violently as I reached the final section.
"Birth Record: Male, born premature but alive."
My hands were cold. The air around me disappeared.
"That's...." My voice cracked as I gripped the paper tighter. "That's impossible."
Santino leaned against his car, watching me like a predator. "Your last pregnancy, Valeria. The one you thought ended in another miscarriage?"