My Husband’s Mistress Had His Fake Heir

I'd just finished the last appointment on my specialist clinic roster when a pregnant woman forced her way in.

My medical assistant reminded her she needed to register. She rolled her eyes.

"Register my ass! I'm carrying the Don of the Corsetti Family's baby. That's the only pass I need!"

Except the Don of the Corsetti Family, Domenico Corsetti, was my husband of seven years. A marriage everyone called perfect.

She must have seen the color drain from my face, because she tugged her collar low with a look of pure triumph.