The Mafioso Wanted My Heart Back After Breaking ItEpisode 1

Colleen Homer, my husband’s ex, posted an ultrasound photo on Facebook with the caption: "Grateful to my sperm donor. I thought all hope was lost, but now look—I’m having a baby!"

That donor? My husband, Alexander.

I forced myself to hit the like button and comment, "That’s great, happy for you!" Inside, I felt anything but happy.

Moments later, Alexander called, frantic. “Veronica, please don’t overreact! I was just helping Colleen out, okay? Don’t make this worse!”

I ended the call, too numb to respond. For the first time, divorce felt like a real option.

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I gently stroked my belly, taking a deep breath as a profound sense of regret consumed me. I wanted to apologize to the tiny life within me, explaining that "your father does not seem to accept you". However, as soon as the words formed on my lips, tears welled up, soaking my cheeks.

I had intended to surprise Alexander with the news of my pregnancy on his birthday. I was two months along, and this has been a long-awaited moment. Unfortunately, Alexander had shown little interest in intimacy and had always expressed aversion to the idea of children, considering them a burden. He even urged me to use birth control.

Given our similar backgrounds in a dangerous, illegal environment, I could empathize with his belief that children could be a source of vulnerability.

Then, just the other day, I saw him researching baby things, creating spreadsheets for expectant moms and newborns. Foolishly, I believed that he was finally accepting our future and warming up to the idea of having a child together.

Now I realized he wasn’t preparing for me at all— he was doing it for Colleen.

That evening, Alexander came home earlier than usual. He called for me from the hallway, but I stayed silent in the bedroom. After a while, I heard the shower, then felt him slip into bed beside me.

I felt the warmth of his hand as it crept onto my waist, the first time he had taken the initiative to be affectionate towards me. He pressed closer, nuzzling my neck as he tried to mend our relationship. It was as if he were trying to reignite the passion that had dwindled between us.