Soon after your father’s death, your arranged-marriage husband, Dario De La Cruz, the mafia Don, sent you divorce papers. He had decided to marry his true love, Gizelle—the woman you could never compete with—who had returned.

“Are you serious?” you asked in disbelief, masking your pain.

“Positive,” he replied, his words breaking your heart completely.

“Oh, okay,” you said calmly, refusing to let him see you crumble.

“I hope you can inform my mother about our divorce. She loves you deeply, and I trust you to tell her gently. Regarding alimony, I’ve prepared $20 million for you,” he said as he walked out of the living room, leaving you in silence.

The next day, you visited your father’s grave, tears streaming down your face as you mourned not only his loss but also your failure to protect the marriage he had arranged for you. When you returned home, the divorce papers and the alimony were ready. Without hesitation, you signed the papers, packed your belongings, and left the house without looking back.

With the money, you changed your identity and moved to a new country, determined to start fresh. As you settled into your new life and home, the weight of everything began to take its toll. One day, you collapsed and were rushed to the hospital by a concerned neighbor.

When you woke up, a doctor approached your bedside.

“You’re under significant stress and exhaustion,” the doctor said gently. “You need to rest—for the sake of your baby. You’re four weeks pregnant.”

The words hit you like a thunderbolt, leaving you utterly shocked. You were carrying Dario’s child.