I Took A Bullet, He Took A Mistress
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Everyone in this city knows that the king of the underworld, my husband Vincent, is crazy about me.
Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.
He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."
I believed him.
Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.
That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.
But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.
I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.
Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.
"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"
"Finally. The family's saved."
Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.
He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."
I believed him.
Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.
That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.
But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.
I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.
Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.
"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"
"Finally. The family's saved."

















































