Congrats, It's Betrayal

"I went through 100 hormone shots for him—just to finally get pregnant.Five years begging those shots to work—all for Rafe Morello. The Don with ice in his veins... but also the guy who used to wipe sweat off my forehead in the middle of the night.Everyone thought we were goals.Then I handed over my lab results, and the nurse paused, blinking up at me. "Sorry, what's your relationship to Rafe Morello? There's already a pregnancy under his wife's name."I froze.Carmela Vitale. His dead brother's wife.Spouse listed: Rafe Morello.Breathing? Suddenly optional.No tears. No drama.I just slid off my ring and tucked it into my bag.Then I called the number buried at the bottom of my drawer. My voice? Freakishly calm. "Yeah. Three days. Pick me up."It wasn't about revenge.I left because I finally got it—some people, you gotta cut loose if you ever wanna stop bleeding.Three days later, he walked into a silent bedroom.On the nightstand: my wedding ring, the signed divorce papers, and a copy of the ultrasound.He sat on the floor and just... kept rubbing that ring.Regret doesn't knock. It floods. And that night, it drowned every lie he thought he could get away with.That was when he finally figured it out—love could wreck a person worse than hate ever could."