When He Faked My Medical Records to Kill My Baby, I Married the Don

"When I was eight months pregnant, I was diagnosed with toxoplasmosis. Everyone urged me to abort. I couldn't bear it, but for the child's sake, I endured a curettage. When I went to the pharmacy to get medicine, my brother suddenly asked in the family group chat,

“How is it? Is the child still there?”

My husband Enzo Coleone replied,

“Gone. I scraped it out myself.”

My father sent a grinning emoji.

“Great. Now Vera can wait for her delivery in peace, and she'll never have to worry about your child stealing its father's love.”

My mother sent a dozen red packets.

“Thanks to Enzo's fake medical records. Natalia still thinks she really has toxoplasmosis.”

Just then, Vera, my parents' adopted daughter, reminded them,

“Delete that. This is the group Natalia is in.”

The next second, I was kicked out of the group chat."