Married the Mafia Boss While Pregnant

After the wedding, Eduardo Wayne was diagnosed with low sperm motility.

He loved children though, so Amelia Fuller offered to do IVF.

The moment the pregnancy was confirmed, she rushed home to share the good news with Eduardo.

Instead, she heard his old flame, Josie Spencer's soft laughter drifting from the study. "Eduardo, you always treat me the best. Tricking Amelia into IVF, then swapping her eggs for mine so she carries our baby for me. This way I don't have to ruin my figure and my career stays safe."

Amelia froze outside the door, trembling, unable to believe her ears.

She screamed inside, no, impossible, she had suffered so much for this pregnancy, the child could not belong to her husband and his mistress.

She and Eduardo had been in love for years, she refused to believe he only saw her as a womb.

Then his next words shattered her last illusion. "My sweet Josie is too delicate, how could I let you go through that pain. Anyway, Amelia has always wanted to give me a child, so let her have her wish."

"Aren't you afraid she'll find out and make a scene?"

Eduardo paused for a second, then chuckled. "She lives off my money. What right does she have to make a scene? Carrying a child for you is the greatest value she has."

Those words stabbed into Amelia's chest like a blade, nearly knocking her off her feet.

So that was how Eduardo saw her, useless.

He despised her for depending on him, yet he forgot she used to be a supermodel who shone on every runway.

He had begged her to marry him, begged her to leave the spotlight and start a family.

She laughed bitterly, tears sliding down without a sound.

The baby belonged to someone else.

All the past tenderness had been fake.

But her dignity and her body still belonged to her.

Amelia wiped her tears, her gaze hardening. She would never carry another couple's child.

She left without alerting the people inside and went straight to the hospital.

Before she could speak, the doctor who performed the IVF looked guilty and apologized at once. "Miss Fuller, you already know..."

Amelia stared at him coldly, disgusted by this man who conspired with Eduardo.

The doctor grew even more flustered under her furious glare. "Miss Fuller, I'm truly sorry. The mix-up during this IVF cycle was indeed the hospital's fault. We have severely disciplined the nurse who took the wrong sperm. Whatever harm this caused you, the hospital will compensate to the best of our ability..."

His rehearsed speech only made Amelia angrier. She snapped, "Compensate? You deliberately switched the sperm..."

Halfway through, she stopped. "You're sure it was the sperm, not the eggs?"

The doctor looked confused for a moment, but seized the opening to calm her. "Yes, that day the eggs and sperm Mr. Wayne provided both had poor viability, so we scheduled a second egg retrieval for you. The eggs taken on-site that day were definitely fine. It was only our new nurse who misread the code when collecting the sperm and used another gentleman's instead..."

The sudden twist left Amelia stunned. It took her a long time to piece the truth together.

So the child in her belly really was her own flesh and blood?

Amelia felt fate had played a massive joke on her.

One second she thought she had become Eduardo and Josie's surrogate, the next she learned the baby belonged to her and a complete stranger, nothing to do with Eduardo at all.

Amelia lifted a hand to her stomach, vaguely sensing the tiny heartbeat inside.

At first she wanted to abort because she refused to give those two what they wanted. Now that the child was truly hers, there was no need.

Amelia took a deep breath and made up her mind. "I can let this go, but you must promise no fourth person ever learns about it. Otherwise..."

When she looked up again, her eyes were ice-cold.

Before the doctor could agree, the phone on the desk rang urgently.

When the call ended, the doctor spoke with deep regret. "Miss Fuller... the owner of the sperm has already been informed that his sample was used by mistake."

Amelia frowned. The next sentence shook her to the core. "I'm afraid Mr. Hayes is already downstairs..."

Amelia had decided to raise the child alone and wanted nothing more to do with any other man.

She bolted for the door, desperate to leave.

The moment she reached the hallway, she looked out the window and saw a black Rolls-Royce glide into the parking lot.

The rear door opened.

A pair of polished black handmade leather shoes stepped onto the ground.