He Defended My Killer,Not Knowing I Was His Wife

On the day I was eight months pregnant, my husband, Dante Valente, abandoned me in the death zone at the border of the two powerful families.

It wasn't an ordinary road.

It was a gray area, a long-standing battleground between the Valente and Morano families—no surveillance, no patrols, not even "laws."

There, human life meant nothing.

The reason I was forced out of the car was a phone call from Serafina Morano.

"Dante, I feel terrible… I have a fever…"

The voice on the other end of the line was weak, almost broken.

Dante's face changed instantly.