Betrayed by My Mafia Brother novel Chapter 60

Chapter 4

His brows drew together, suspicion clouding his dark eyes. “You’re joining what, exactly?”

I pressed my lips together. “Noprize trivia… just a tiny game our department is doing for the holiday.”

It was a terrible lie-obvious and fragile.

But he didn’t question it. He simply looked away, uninterested. Or maybe… he just didn’t care about anything I

did anymore.

On the way back, Maggie texted to ask what was going on. I brushed her off with a vague reply.

I still didn’t tell her the truth-that Callum and I were married.

She had always divided people cleanly into “wronged” and “wrongdoer.”

In her eyes, nothing was more contemptible than a mistress.

In the last life, no one cursed Eliza more fiercely than she did.

But this time, after everything I’d lived through, all I wanted was a life that was my own-a life bright and free.

Over the next few days, while Callum took Eliza to her prenatal yoga classes, I quietly packed everything that

belonged to me in the house.

When I finally finished, I picked up my phone to check the flights again. But my finger slipped, and I accidentally opened his social feed.

Three minutes earlier, he’d posted a photo-Eliza in pastel yoga clothes, smiling softly at the camera with a

hand on her belly.

The caption read: [Baby, can you feel how much Mommy and Daddy love you? Hurry and come to us-we

can’t wait.]

I pressed “like”, leaving no other message.

Just as I set the phone down, a new message from him appeared: [Once this baby starts walking, we should have one of our own. That way they’ll have a companion.]

My stomach lurched.

Did he think he was some kind of emperor?

One child with his mistress, another with his wife-building his own little dynasty?

I ignored the message and closed the app.

That night, they came home carrying bags stuffed with baby clothes and toys.

The sight jolted painful memories-of the things I once bought in my last life, full of hope for our own child.

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Each time I brought home something small and tender, Callum would throw it into the fireplace and burn it in

front of me.

He would say, “The baby you killed never got to see the world. And now you won’t light a candle, won’t leave a single thing for him? No wonder he might come for you in the dark.”

He had forgotten every promise he made when we married, that I’d be his only wife, that we’d only ever have children together.

If I ever break that vow, he’d said, may lightning strike me dead.

Yet in the end, it was me who paid for his betrayal.

Not him.

–

I headed toward the door without a word.

Callum didn’t even look up. “Where are you going? It’s late.”

“For a walk.”

He didn’t care enough to question it.

Still holding Eliza on the couch, he said casually, “Perfect timing-she’s craving cream puffs from that corner

shop. Pick some up for her on your way back.”

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