He Made Me Carry His Mistress's Baby, So I Delivered a Divorce Instead

Three years bound to the Conti name, and not once did I carry a child.

It was my husband who finally pressed me toward the clinic, toward the needles and the doctors who answered to the Family, and after two years of it I was carrying at last.

Then, eight months along, I overheard Dario Conti speaking with one of his made men in the study below.

"You fed Elena Marchetti the pills for three solid years so she'd believe her own body was barren, then used that to steer her into the clinic, all so you could plant Carmela Volpe's egg inside her. That's cold, Don. That's ice."