Divorcing the Mafia's Son, Loving the Enemy Boss

Synopsis

The pregnancy test felt impossibly light in my trembling hands, yet it carried the weight of everything I'd ever hoped for. Two pink lines. Clear as day. Undeniable. I sat on the edge of my bed in the Mitchell mansion, staring at the small plastic window that had just changed my entire world. The morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast everything in gold, making even this sterile bedroom feel warm for once. After two years of marriage, two years of hoping, praying, timing everything perfectly—it had finally happened. A baby. Ethan's baby. Our baby. My hand instinctively moved to my still-flat stomach, and for the first time in months, I smiled. Really smiled. Not the practiced, perfect smile I wore to charity galas or family dinners, but something genuine that started deep in my chest and spread across my face like sunlight. "He'll be so happy," I whispered to the empty room, my voice barely audible over the distant hum of traffic from downtown Los Angeles. I could picture it so clearly—Ethan's rare, genuine smile, the one I'd only seen a handful of times during our courtship. The way his cold gray eyes would soften, maybe even fill with tears. He'd pull me into his arms, spin me around like in the movies, and finally—finally—I'd see