Pregnant & Cheated, I Ruined Him as Mafia Heiress

The day before my due date, I ate dinner and went to bed like usual, only to be jolted awake in the middle of the night by a sultry moan. My eyelashes fluttered. The moment I regained consciousness, I knew something was wrong. The floor beneath me was ice-cold. Wet, sticky sounds filled the room, and the heavy scent of s*x turned my stomach. I snapped fully awake and opened my eyes. The next second, I saw my best friend, Shannon Gould, completely bare. She was bent over the edge of the bed, facing me as a man moved against her from behind. From where I lay, I could see her exposed body and the lewd expression twisting her face with pleasure. In that instant, my heart turned to ice. A horrifying possibility surfaced in my mind, but I forced it back down. No. It couldn't be Lance. How could it possibly be him? Lance Shaw and I had been married for 3 years. He and Shannon had always despised each other. They could barely stand to be in the same room, so how could they possibly be sleeping together? This had to be a dream. I desperately tried to convince myself, but the sharp pain radiating through my lower abdomen felt far too real. It shattered the last of my denial. Trembling all over, I struggled to sit up. Against my better judgment, my gaze traveled past Shannon's body to the man behind her... And landed on a face I knew all too well. Lance. It really was Lance, my husband of 3 years. He seemed lost in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut as a low groan rumbled in his throat. "That's it, honey. Let me enjoy myself..." Honey? If he was Shannon's man, then what did that make me, his legally married wife? His mistress? Or nothing more than a tool to carry his child? It felt as though someone had ripped my heart straight out of my chest. The agony drenched my entire body in cold sweat. I wanted to confront them. I wanted to scream and curse at them. But when I opened my mouth, no sound came out. Only tears slid silently down my face. I watched my husband take my best friend from behind with a passion he had never once shown me. In that moment, something inside me died. Then Shannon seemed to sense something. Her eyes met mine, and her lips curled into a smile. "Una, your husband is incredible..." Her words were a blade driven straight into my heart. But she wasn't finished. In a soft, seductive voice, she asked, "Lance, aren't you afraid Una will catch us?" His reply was chillingly indifferent. "Relax. I put enough sleeping pills in her milk. She won't wake up. Besides, don't you think doing this right in front of her makes it more exciting?" Milk? Sleeping pills? I froze as a bone-deep chill swept through me. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, Lance had brought me a glass of warm milk every night before bed, telling me it was good for my health. I had always struggled to fall asleep, yet after drinking the milk, I would sleep deeply for hours. Like a fool, I thought the milk was helping. For the baby's sake, I obediently drank every drop each night. Only tonight, restless because I was so close to giving birth, I had accidentally knocked the glass over. I hadn't told Lance because I was afraid he would worry about me. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that he'd been drugging me. Just so he could sleep with Shannon, there was truly nothing he wouldn't do. Shannon let out a mocking laugh. "You're right. She'd never guess that you started sleeping with me the moment she found out she was pregnant. Our first time was in the nursery she decorated so carefully for the baby. And we've kept it up ever since. 271 times in total." Lance chuckled. "Isn't that perfect? My heart belongs to her, and my body belongs to you. Seems fair to me." I stared at Lance in disbelief. Every syllable that left his mouth carved into my flesh, stripping me down to bare bone. I laughed, my eyes burning red. 271 times. Not a single day missed throughout my entire pregnancy. How pathetic that I'd been moved every time he handed me that glass of warm milk, convinced it was proof that Lance loved me and cared about me. Only now, with the truth ripped open before me, did I realize that every tender moment I'd cherished was nothing but a vicious lie. The last thread of my sanity snapped. I staggered to my feet and slapped Shannon across the face with all my strength. Her cheek swelled almost instantly. She screamed in pain, tears spilling from her eyes. Without thinking, Lance pulled her protectively into his arms and shoved me away. For years, Lance had spoiled me and never once laid a hand on me. I was completely unprepared. I crashed to the floor. My pregnant belly struck the icy floor, and searing pain tore through my entire body. Only then did Lance seem to notice me. Panic flashed through his eyes, but at Shannon's pained whimper, it immediately gave way to concern for her. He glared at me. "Una, you've gone too far!" "I've gone too far?" Tears blurred my vision as I forced out each word. "Worse than you sleeping with your mistress throughout my entire pregnancy? Lance, she was my best friend. How could you be this disgusting?" His brows drew together. Then, as though he'd finally made up his mind, he said, "Una, I know I've wronged you. But since you already know, I might as well be honest." The words that followed came far too easily. "From now on, Shannon will live with us. You get to be my legal wife, and she gets nothing. She's already the one making the sacrifice, so I expect you to be more understanding and give in to her." Hearing that, I actually burst out laughing. I couldn't understand how the man who had once loved me so deeply had suddenly become this person. Just a year ago, he had stood in the freezing cold for four hours to buy me my favorite cupcake, simply because he wanted to make me smile. Just a year ago, he had hated Shannon and sworn he would never have anything to do with her again. So why had everything suddenly changed? "Una, Lance has always been attracted to beautiful women. Look at what pregnancy has done to you. How could he possibly want to touch you?" Shannon said it with a smile. "The fact that he stayed by your side and took care of you this whole time is already more than you deserved." Only after hearing her answer did I realize I'd spoken the question aloud. I looked down at my swollen arms and legs and laughed until tears streamed down my face. I felt as if I'd been plunged into a frozen lake. I was so cold that I couldn't stop shaking, yet the pain was so intense that I wanted to scream. It hurt. It hurt so badly. I clutched my stomach as though thousands of needles were tearing through my flesh at once. Cold sweat dripped from my body, pooling on the floor beneath me. Then Shannon screamed. "Blood! There's so much blood!" Lance's expression changed instantly. He released Shannon, hurriedly pulled on his clothes, and rushed toward me. His face was filled with the same fear and concern I remembered from before. "Una? Don't be scared. I'm taking you to the hospital right now!" Once, seeing him worry about me like this would have made me feel loved. Now, it only made me sick. Those hands had been touching Shannon only moments ago, and now he was using them to hold me. Disgusting. He was so utterly disgusting. I tried to shove him away, but the excruciating pain in my abdomen had drained every ounce of strength from my body. My resistance was pathetically weak. I wanted to tell him to let me go, but I no longer had the strength to speak. The room spun around me. Just before darkness swallowed me completely, I clutched my phone with all the strength I had left. It was my last way out. ***** When I opened my eyes again, every inch of my body ached. The doctor looked at me with pity and spoke gently. "I'm sorry, ma'am. You suffered severe uterine hemorrhaging, and we had no choice but to remove your uterus. The baby... didn't make it either." My mind exploded with a deafening roar. All the color drained from my face.