My Mafia Husband Betrayed Me with His Godsister

The drive to the doctor’s appointment was tense. Louis barely said a word, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he focused on the road. I sat beside him, wringing my hands in my lap, my heart pounding with a mixture of hope and fear. Today was supposed to be the day—the day I would tell him about the baby. I had convinced myself that maybe, just maybe, this news would change everything.

He’ll see that I’m not useless. He’ll know that we have a future, that I can give him a family.

The words replayed in my head like a mantra, as if saying them enough would make them true. I stared out the window, watching the city pass by in a blur, my mind racing with how I would break the news. I had imagined the moment over and over—Louis’ face lighting up with surprise and joy, his hand resting protectively on my belly, the way it should be.

But instead of joy, there was silence. A suffocating silence that had become all too familiar between us. My stomach twisted, the knot of anxiety tightening with every passing second. I glanced over at him, wondering if he felt the weight of everything between us. I was about to speak, to say something, when his phone rang.

I tensed as he reached for it, his gaze flickering from the road to the screen. He didn’t need to say a word for me to know who it was.

Jane.

I bit down on my lip, bracing myself for the inevitable. I hated that name. That person. The woman who seemed to have more claim over my husband than I ever did—acting like she doesn’t have a boyfriend.

“Yeah?” Louis answered, his tone softening immediately. His eyes darted between me and the road, but his focus was entirely on her.

I could hear her voice, faint but urgent, through the speaker. Something about needing help. Of course. She always needed something. And Louis always rushed to her side, no matter what.

“We’re almost at the—” I started to say, but Louis cut me off with a wave of his hand.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, Jane,” he said, his voice decisive. He glanced at me briefly, his expression unreadable. “Sorry, Alexandra. I’ll drop you off, and you can take a cab the rest of the way. Jane needs me.”

I stared at him, stunned, as the reality of his words sank in. He was choosing her again. Again.

“Louis,” I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief, “I need you, too. I was going to—”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he interrupted, his voice curt as if this was no big deal. He wasn’t even listening.

Before I could respond, the car screeched to a halt at the curb. “I have to go,” he said, almost impatient now.

Tears blurred my vision as I fumbled for the door handle, feeling a wave of humiliation wash over me. I was being discarded again, like an afterthought. My throat tightened, and I could barely breathe through the overwhelming pain.

I stumbled out of the car, slamming the door behind me. Louis didn’t even wait to see if I was okay—he was already speeding off to Jane. My legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to move, my feet carrying me forward without thought.

How could he do this? How could he just abandon me like this?

The answer was painfully clear—he didn’t care. Not enough, not like he should.

My hands trembled as I pressed them against my chest, trying to calm the storm of emotions crashing through me. I needed to breathe, needed to think, but all I could feel was the ache of being left behind once again.

I stumbled out of the small park, wandering aimlessly, barely paying attention to where I was going. It wasn’t until I reached the edge of the street that I saw it—Louis’s car.

Or at least, I thought it was his car. It looked exactly like his, the same sleek black paint, the same tinted windows. Without thinking, I stepped forward, desperate to get his attention, to make him stop.

But it wasn’t Louis.

The car slammed into me with a sickening thud, the impact throwing me back onto the pavement. Pain exploded through my body, and the world spun around me as I hit the ground, my breath knocked out of my lungs.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges as I lay there, helpless. All I could think about was the baby—the baby Louis would never know about, the life growing inside me that I had hoped would change everything.

Now, all of it seemed so distant, slipping away like water through my fingers. The last thing I heard was the screech of tires and the fading sound of a car speeding away before everything went black.