My Husband Bet on Who Fathered My Baby, Then Begged Me to Forgive Him

Wallace Baxter, who in all our years bound by the blood-alliance had never once agreed to give me a child, suddenly turned ravenous. Three nights in a row, no caution, nothing held back.

I thought he'd finally accepted me into the famiglia, into himself. Cheeks burning, the little test stick clutched in my hand, I went to bring him the good news. Instead I found him in the private lounge off the club floor, laughing low with the ward they'd all raised and his two brothers.

"You two spoil me. I was only curious whose baby it would turn out to be, and the three of you went and treated Dora…