My Mafia Husband Betrayed Me with His Godsister

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.

Before the doctors told us I was infertile. Before every failed attempt turned his gaze colder. Now, I was the pretty wife he paraded, a symbol of status, but not enough.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I could change that tonight. The timing wasn’t perfect, but it never would be in this life.

Jack's phone buzzed just as I was about to lean in and whisper the news to him. His expression shifted, and he passed it quickly to Louis.

“Boss, there's news you might want to check.”

Louis’ face lit up in a way I hadn’t seen in years as he read whatever was on that screen. His smile, wide and genuine, made my heart skip. For a second, I thought maybe he already knew.

“Jane’s pregnant,” Louis announced, his voice brimming with pride. “Can you believe it? My god-sister is going to have a baby!”

The room erupted into congratulations, but my stomach sank. Jane? Of course, it had to be Jane. The golden child, the one he always admired, who could do no wrong.

I forced a smile, but the words to reveal my own pregnancy caught in my throat. Maybe after he finished celebrating with the others, I thought, I would tell him.

But Louis turned to me, his eyes sharp as ever, his voice was filled with disgust. “You see, this is what a woman does. She brings life into this world. Not like you, Alexandra.”

I blinked, stunned into silence.

“Three years, Alexandra. Three years, and nothing. What good are you, huh?” he said, his voice low but cutting. “You sit there, pretty and useless, while others—real women—do what you can’t.”

A chill ran down my spine. His words hit harder than any physical blow ever could. My secret, once something I’d clung to with hope, felt like it was slipping from my grasp.

I wanted to scream at him, to throw the truth in his face, but my voice was gone, stolen by the shock and the betrayal. How could he say that to me now? How could he, when I carried his child?

Before I could gather the strength to speak, Louis stood, straightening his jacket.

“I’m going to Jane’s to celebrate,” he announced to the room. Then, with a cold glance in my direction, he added, “Don’t wait up.”

The door slammed behind him, and I was left alone at the table, surrounded by men who wouldn’t dare meet my eyes.

Tears threatened to spill over, but I swallowed them back. I had been through worse. I had to be stronger than this.

I looked around, the clinking glasses and murmured conversations now distant noise. I had to tell him. He needed to know the truth. But not like this—not when he was with her.

My hands trembled as I stood from the table. I could feel their eyes on me, watching, waiting to see if I would crumble.

But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.