Sienna's Perspective

The harsh fluorescent lights of the underground mob clinic burned my eyes.

I lay on a stiff gurney, intense pain radiating from my cramping abdomen.

The lead surgeon rushed in, firing off orders, preparing for a transfusion of a rare blood type.

He ran towards the medical supply vault.

"The vault is empty," the terrified nurse whispered, her hands shaking violently.

"How is that possible?" the doctor asked, stunned.

"Hours ago, when Lucia was brought in with severe bleeding, he ordered all emergency supplies and the top surgical team moved to the VIP ward."

The surgeon returned to my room, pale and defeated.

He told me he'd tried pleading with them to return the supplies to the legal wife.

He failed.

Because Dante had explicitly ordered that Lucia's survival was the absolute priority.

The last shred of warmth left my body.

I stared at the white ceiling as the anesthesia pulled me under.

I woke to silence.

The doctor stood at the foot of my bed, his bowed head confirming my devastating loss.

I sat up, my eyes hollow.

My baby was gone.

Because of Dante.

My phone vibrated violently on the metal bedside table.

"Sienna! Your personal OB-GYN just called me!" Dante's voice boomed from the speaker, thick with excitement. "She got your routine check-up report from yesterday! You're pregnant! This is incredible! I'm going to build a business empire for our child."

I touched my horribly flat stomach.

A lifeless smile stretched across my pale face.

He'd signed his own child's death warrant without even knowing it.

"Oh, really? Are you... happy?"

I didn't wait for Dante's answer. I hung up.

My trembling fingers steadied as I dialed my former academic mentor, my contact in a highly classified intelligence organization.

"Please arrange extraction. I need to leave."

I pulled the IV from my bruised arm, letting the fluid drip onto the floor.

I knew I'd never make it out of this heavily guarded mob clinic alone in my current state, so I sent the distress signal.

Minutes later, an undercover agent disguised as a nurse slipped into my room.

She injected me with a potent dose of adrenaline and painkillers.

She helped me into a wheelchair and guided me through layers of security.

I passed the VIP ward.

Through the observation window, I saw my husband gently feeding Lucia a bowl of hot broth, carefully blowing on the spoon.

Memories flashed vividly, Dante doing the same for me, years ago.

Back then, he'd been just as tender, just as patient.

Now, he gave that tenderness and patience to another woman.

I wiped my eyes fiercely.

In that corridor, every shred of my vulnerability died.

Through the underground loading dock, I was smuggled out and safely delivered back to our marital penthouse. There, I locked myself in the dark living room until Dante finally came home that night.

The moment he walked in, he swept me into his strong arms,滔滔不绝地谈论着他计划建造的坚固防弹育婴室的细节.

He knelt down, pressing his ear to my empty stomach, playing the perfect husband.

I looked at him with empty eyes, told him I was just exhausted, and walked upstairs to the master bedroom without looking back.

Dante stayed where he was, seeming confused by my冷淡反应.

He had no idea our child was already gone forever.

A sudden thunderstorm battered the city, thunder rattling the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Dante grabbed his custom coat after a phone call.

He told me a sudden crisis demanded his immediate attention.

He rushed out into the pouring rain, leaving his wife alone to comfort a mistress terrified of thunder.

Sienna's Perspective

That evening's grand banquet was held at the Falcone estate.

Dante hosted this lavish party to celebrate the impending arrival of his heir, our child.

Tonight, he played the ultimate protector, refusing to leave my side for a moment.

As he gently kissed my knuckles, I saw the mob wives whispering enviously.

They saw a loyal king.

But beneath the disguise, I saw nothing but a greedy fraud.

Midway through the grand banquet, Dante excused himself to meet with an allied captain in a private room upstairs.

He didn't come back.

Nearly an hour later, Dante's consigliere approached my table, pale-faced.

"He's unreachable, and we're facing a serious security breach," he murmured, sweating profusely. "He threatened to kill anyone who interrupts this meeting. Please, you have to find him."

I climbed the grand staircase, searching the quiet upstairs rooms of the estate.

As I neared the coatroom, I froze, hearing a sickeningly familiar sequence of sounds.

With trembling fingers, I eased the wooden door open a crack.

Through the narrow gap, I saw Dante and Lucia tangled together.

Nausea surged as I heard Dante promise, breathless, to buy Lucia diamonds.

Even more infuriating, he reached for my custom cashmere coat, casually draping it over his mistress's bare shoulders like a temporary blanket.

My hands clenched into fists.

Before the pain could completely consume me, a cold instinct took over.

Slowly, I uncurled my fingers, forced myself to turn, and silently walked away.

Half an hour later, Dante finally returned to the bustling ballroom.

He sat down casually beside me, his skin radiating the scent of betrayal.

I didn't look at him. Instead, I stared at a folded cocktail napkin.

A handwritten note from Lucia.

"He only loses control for me. You wear the crown, but I hold his leash."

Sienna's Perspective

With agonizing slowness, Dante slid the napkin from my trembling fingers.

His handsome face remained an impenetrable mask.

"I would never snoop through your personal correspondence," Dante said, handing the crumpled linen back to me.

I smiled at him.

A cold smile, one that never reached my eyes.

Without hesitation, I invited him to a private dinner that night at our penthouse.

My final plan was simple: get him drunk enough to lower his guard, make him blindly sign the divorce papers.

Dante hesitated, fabricating an urgent meeting with the Russians.

"Are you sure you can't stay with me tonight?" I tilted my head, feigning innocence.

"I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow," Dante said, leaning down to press a false kiss to my forehead.

Despite his refusal, I meticulously set the table in our penthouse that night, knowing his guilty conscience would force him to stop by before his supposed meeting.

I deliberately placed a bottle of high-proof vodka between our two plates.

Sure enough, he came.

When he finally arrived, I challenged him to a drink, a toast to our future family.

Dante smiled slightly, raising the crystal glass to his lips.

Before the liquid touched his tongue, frantic knocking erupted at the door.

"Boss! There's a problem at the safe house!" the consigliere yelled.

I moved instantly, blocking his path to the door.

"Stay with me," I said. A final, desperate test of his loyalty to us.

Dante gently but firmly moved me aside, pressed a hasty kiss to my cheek, and disappeared into the corridor.

I stood there, watching him vanish.

I turned to the maids and ordered them to pack up every gift he'd ever given me.