The words landed like a blade between my ribs. An heir. In the Russo Family, that word meant everything. It meant succession. It meant she was the real wife.
"I feel so bad for the woman down the hall. She came in two days ago battered and bruised. She even had a miscarriage and no one has visited her," the nurse said.
"Well, that's sad but Nadina is never going to be alone, not when she has us," Pietro's voice sounded.
The door opened slightly and I saw them, my husband, and my so-called brother-in-law as they hovered around my best friend and the new baby in her arms.
The resemblance was uncanny, it was indeed Giacomo's baby and suddenly everything clicked.
While I was kidnapped and shoved out of a moving car, bleeding to death and losing my baby, my husband was down the hall with another woman taking care of her and their new baby.
My heart squeezed painfully in my chest. I almost passed out as I stumbled to the restroom and threw up in the sink.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I held my flat stomach and cried my eyes out.