My Mafia Husband Betrayed Me with His GodsisterChapter 1

Dinner with Louis' mafia crew was always suffocating, a blend of power plays and fake pleasantries, but tonight, I held onto a secret—a small, fragile hope. I smoothed my hand over my abdomen, still flat but now full of life. Three years of marriage and failed attempts had left me raw, but today I carried the one thing Louis had always wanted: an heir.

The wine glasses clinked around me as conversations buzzed. Jack, one of Louis’ trusted lieutenants, leaned in to offer me a glass. I smiled and politely declined.

“No wine for me tonight, Jack. I can’t drink…”

His eyebrow arched, but he didn’t pry. Louis was too busy talking shop with the rest of his men, their voices low but charged with the usual business tension. I’d hoped to tell Louis my news in private, but I couldn’t wait much longer. He’d wanted this for so long.

I glanced at him, my husband, the kingpin of this city, with his sharp suit and sharper words. To the world, he was untouchable—cold, calculated. But I’d seen the man behind the mask, the one who once looked at me like I was his world.

Once.