Married to the Don, My Ex Won’t Stop Begging Chapter 07

Married to the Don, My Ex Won’t Stop Begging Chapter 07

“–” 

She hadn’t expected this. 

In her mind, Dante would be so overwhelmed with the joy of fatherhood that he’d finally leave Valentina in the past. He’d ride that high and choose her. And they’d be happy. 

“Maybe the doctor made a mistake.” 

“It was an emergency. A back–alley surgeon. You know how it is. Those results don’t mean anything.” 

Dante’s face twisted. He wasn’t buying it. 

He hurled his glass at the floor. 

It shattered against the marble with a deafening crack. 

Shards scattered like ice. 

Genevieve flinched. Hard. 

In all the time she’d known him, Dante had always been 

the Luciano family’s most gentle and polite. 

“Dante, please don’t-” 

He looked at her cowering on the floor. His gaze was cold. 

Utterly cold. 

Like he was staring at a corpse. 

“One last chance.” 

“Tell me the truth. Or I’ll find out myself. And when I do, 

I’ll put a bullet in you.” 

She hesitated. 

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Then her eyes caught the glint of steel. Dante chambered a 

round. 

Her legs gave out. She crumpled to the ground. The tear–streaked face that used to move him sparked nothing 

now. 

The cold muzzle pressed against her forehead. Just like the three–second countdown Valentina had given. 

“Three. Two-” 

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!” 

Late that night, Dante showed up at my residence. 

The rain was coming down in sheets. 

He was drenched to the bone and refused to leave. The staff turned him away three times. On the fourth, they 

knocked on my bedroom door. 

I rubbed my temples and pushed back the covers. 

“Get him a towel. And tell the kitchen to make some hot 

tea with honey.” 

In the sitting room, I faced him. 

“What’s so urgent you had to come here in the middle of the night?” 

“Let me guess. You found out Genevieve’s actually 

pregnant. You figured out she played you. And now you’re 

panicking.” 

“You’re going to be a father. Get it together.” 

Dante’s eyes went wide. 

“You… you already knew?” 

I let out a soft laugh and shook my head. 

“Five years in the Mediterranean made you slow. Or maybe you thought I was like Genevieve, some delicate flower who needed your protection. The day my father dragged you out of the gutter, I almost put a bullet in your skull.” 

His voice cracked. “Then why did you” 

I tilted my head. My smile was sharp. Cruel. 

“No reason. You were stupid. Gullible. She fed you a few 

pretty words and you swallowed them whole. Ready to throw 

me away.” 

“You had every way to uncover the truth. A thousand ways to repay a debt. And you chose this one.” 

“Your heart wandered.” 

“Remember that stray dog I picked up as a kid? It snapped at me over food. Wagged its tail at strangers. I gave it away. You should be grateful I didn’t kill you.” 

Dante opened his mouth to speak. 

A silk shawl settled across my shoulders. 

Matteo. I didn’t know when he’d come out. 

He stood bare–chested. Fresh white gauze wrapped around his torso. He sat beside me like he owned the place. 

His eyes settled on Dante. 

“Vincenzo. Showing up at my fiancée’s place at this hour.” 

“You don’t think that’s a little inappropriate?” 

Dante’s gaze flicked from my silk nightgown to Matteo’s 

bare chest. 

Something dark twisted behind his eyes. 

“Get out.”