Labor in the Forest
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I'm the only daughter of a mafia leader. I married Marco, an outsider, against my father's wishes.
Six months ago, my father died in a car accident. Marco took over part of the family business. One day when I was feeling down, I passed through the slums and saved a girl named Gianna who was being beaten for stealing food. I took her in as my assistant and treated her like a sister.
But when I was six months pregnant, I walked into the company break room and found Gianna in lingerie, seducing Marco.
I ordered my guards to send her back to the slums immediately.
Marco tried to plead for her. I cut him off coldly: "I don't want to see her again."
He went silent for a moment but didn't oppose my decision.
Over the next three months, Marco seemed warm and caring on the surface but grew increasingly distant. I thought he was just busy with work and decided to help him after the baby was born.
My due date is this week.
Last night, Marco lulled me to sleep like always, his voice so gentle.
But now when I wake up, I find myself lying in the middle of a deserted forest.
And my husband, holding Gianna whom I had sent away, looked at me arrogantly and said, "Since you love sending people away so much, I suppose it shouldn't be a problem for me to send you here to give birth, should it?"
Six months ago, my father died in a car accident. Marco took over part of the family business. One day when I was feeling down, I passed through the slums and saved a girl named Gianna who was being beaten for stealing food. I took her in as my assistant and treated her like a sister.
But when I was six months pregnant, I walked into the company break room and found Gianna in lingerie, seducing Marco.
I ordered my guards to send her back to the slums immediately.
Marco tried to plead for her. I cut him off coldly: "I don't want to see her again."
He went silent for a moment but didn't oppose my decision.
Over the next three months, Marco seemed warm and caring on the surface but grew increasingly distant. I thought he was just busy with work and decided to help him after the baby was born.
My due date is this week.
Last night, Marco lulled me to sleep like always, his voice so gentle.
But now when I wake up, I find myself lying in the middle of a deserted forest.
And my husband, holding Gianna whom I had sent away, looked at me arrogantly and said, "Since you love sending people away so much, I suppose it shouldn't be a problem for me to send you here to give birth, should it?"
