My Mafia Husband Smelled Like His Secretary, Who Turned Out To Be My Half-Sister Chapter 08

My Mafia Husband Smelled Like His Secretary, Who Turned Out To Be My Half-Sister Chapter 08

“The Kavac family needs an heir. You’re a godsend!”

I watched them glow. Put the report away. And calmly laid out the deal I’d been planning for weeks.

“If you want to keep this baby, you have to let me divorce Jacob.”

Jacob’s mother stopped mid-celebration. “Polly… what are you saying?”

I kept my voice steady. “After the divorce, the baby stays with the Kavac family as the future heir. I get my share of the assets and full custody of Anna. You raise the child yourselves. Not Jacob. If you agree, I’ll have the baby. If not…”

The easy atmosphere turned heavy.

Finally, Jacob’s mother sighed. “Polly, being too stubborn doesn’t do women any favors. Why do you—”

But I knew I didn’t have a choice.

Jacob was a fishbone stuck in my throat.

A bomb ticking under my heart.

If not Sophia, there’d be someone else.

Maybe one day, there wouldn’t just be a woman in his car.

There’d be a woman with a baby.

What would happen to Anna then?

I just wanted to protect her.

As for the baby in my belly—with the Kavac elders raising it, he’d never want for anything.

In the end, Jacob’s parents agreed. They also agreed to keep it from Jacob for now.

I even had my lawyer draw up the agreement on the spot.

By the time we finished, it was dark. Anna and I stayed at the villa.

Jacob’s mother had a maid bring me milk. I sat at the table, drinking it slowly.

Then Jacob showed up.

He saw me and loosened his tie. His voice was sharp. “Sophia’s leaving Kotor tomorrow. Are you happy?”

I put down my glass. Then I understood. “None of my business.”

He stepped closer. Mocking. “Wasn’t you? You came running here to tattle. Got them to run her out of town.”

Something about his tone was weird. He sounded mean, but almost… pleased?

I was too tired to figure it out.

“I’m sorry.”

The second I said it, his voice softened.

“Go to the cemetery tomorrow and sign the papers. Pick a new plot for your mother. Let me know which one.”

I looked up at him.

“All this drama over a grave? Seriously?” He thought I was just throwing a tantrum.

I didn’t argue. I nodded. “Okay.”

Two hours later, I saw his silhouette on Sophia’s social media again.

A dark room. His handsome profile barely visible. Intimate.

Sophia’s caption was simple: [He said I’m prettier than the moonlight.]

I laughed.

Because Jacob had said those exact words to me. The first time we held hands.

That was the last grain of sand left in our love story.

One breeze, and it would be gone.

Jacob tried to cancel the divorce filing. But his mother quietly stopped him.

A month later, I divorced Jacob Kavac.

Then I told him I was pregnant.

He was so happy he set off fireworks over Kotor for an entire week.

It even made the news: [Kavac Group CEO, Deeply in Love with His Wife.]

Our love story got turned into a fairy tale.

But I knew fairy tales weren’t real.

And Jacob, convinced I’d forgiven him, stopped hiding.

Sophia’s social media filled with photos. Like she was desperate to show off in some hidden corner.