I'm finally pregnant during the third year of my secret marriage.
I'm over the moon with joy when I'm on my way home, wanting to share the good news with my husband, Stefano Farro—except I overhear him talking to someone on the phone right after I step through the door.
"Antonia has already taken charge of The Rosas, Salvatore. I'm going to come clean to Regina. If you haven't gotten tired of sleeping with her yet, you can have her after the next few days."
A voice that sounds just like Stefano replies flamboyantly, "Sure, Stef. You really are so loyal and generous. You're willing to let your own fratello sleep with your wife just to save yourself for Antonia.
"Aren't you worried that Regina will lose it when she finds out that the man she's been sleeping with all these years is her husband's fratello?"
"Do you really think that a fool like her who fell for a fake marriage certificate is worthy of being my wife?" Stefano asks in a cold and hateful tone. "It's been three years, but she hasn't noticed a thing. A stupid woman like her will never find out."
A chill runs down my spine.
It turns out that my destined love is nothing more than an elaborate and cruel game by Stefano and his twin, Salvatore Farro, for the woman they love.