Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Don's Lost Wife

For five years, my husband Bennett refused to give me a child, claiming a "Blood Curse" would kill me during childbirth.

I believed him. I thought his refusal was the ultimate act of love.

That illusion shattered the day I found the surrogacy contract hidden in the gallery archives.

There was no curse.

There was just Aria—the mistress he paid to carry his legacy while I played the role of the immaculate, barren trophy wife.

The truth turned violent when a massive steel sculpture snapped from the gallery ceiling.

Bennett had a split second to choose who to save.

He didn't look at me.