The Double Life of My Pregnant Ex-Wife (Carmen and Marco) novel Chapter 50

The Venetti war room hummed with quiet intensity as Marco, Carmen, Luca, and Sergio gathered around the large table, their eyes fixed on the detailed map of Arianna’s compound. The aerial photos and notes spread across the surface outlined their next—and final—move.

“This is where we hit her,” Marco said, his voice low and steady, pointing to the east gate of the compound. “It’s the weakest point. Emilio’s mercenaries patrol in shifts, and we’ve identified gaps in their coverage.”

“Getting through the gates won’t be the problem,” Luca added, tapping on the second map. “The real fight will happen here.” His finger trailed to the main building in the center, surrounded by a tight perimeter of guards. “That’s where Arianna will be, along with her closest men. Once we’re inside, we split into teams.”

Carmen’s gaze swept the table, sharp and calculating. “We take out the perimeter quietly. Luca, your men will neutralize the patrols and block off the exits to trap Arianna’s forces inside.”

Luca nodded. “No one gets in. No one gets out.”

“Sergio and I will lead the frontal assault,” Marco said, his tone clipped. “We’ll draw their fire and force Emilio to commit his men to us.”

“And I’ll go with you,” Carmen said firmly.

Marco’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing. “No.”

Carmen didn’t flinch. “Yes.”

“Absolutely not,” Marco said, his voice rising. “This is a war zone, Carmen. You’re not coming.”

“I’m not asking for permission,” Carmen shot back, her voice cool and unyielding. “Arianna started this, and I intend to finish it.”

“You don’t need to be there,” Marco argued, his jaw tight. “You’ve done enough.”

“This is my fight, too, Marco,” Carmen said, stepping around the table to face him. “Arianna has been trying to destroy me since the moment she stepped into this family. She won’t stop until one of us is dead. You know that.”

Marco’s fists curled at his sides. “You’re pregnant, Carmen.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m doing this,” Carmen replied, her voice softening but losing none of its resolve. “Our child deserves a future—one that isn’t haunted by Arianna or this war. I need to be there to end this. I need to do this for us.”

For a long moment, the room was silent, the tension between them heavy and unrelenting. Marco stared at her, his face a mask of frustration and something deeper—fear. Finally, he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

“You stay close to me,” he said, his voice low and rough. “If anything happens, you get out. No arguments.”

Carmen nodded, her gaze steady. “Agreed.”

Sergio cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Then it’s settled. My men will be ready to move at dawn. We’ll take Arianna out, one way or another.”

Marco glanced at Luca. “Make sure everyone knows the plan. I don’t want any surprises.”

“Understood,” Luca replied, his expression grim. “We’ll be ready.”

As the men began gathering their notes and heading for the door, Carmen lingered by the table, her eyes fixed on the map. Marco hesitated, watching her carefully before stepping closer.

“You didn’t have to do this,” he said softly, his voice lacking the anger it held before.