He Let His Mistress Run Me Down and Kill Our Baby, So I Never Looked Back

Seven years of marriage, and Nico Valente had slept with every last friend and connection I had.

I pretended I saw nothing. Kept going to my prenatal checkups, nine months along, belly heavy in front of me. The Family's driver took me. The Family's doctor examined me. Everything I did passed through the Valente name like light through stained glass, colored by it, owned by it.

Until the day I was on my way to one of those appointments, and his latest woman ran me down with her car.

I was bleeding, wouldn't stop bleeding, and I begged him to take me to the hospital.