The Double Life of My Pregnant Ex-Wife (Carmen and Marco) novel Chapter 70

The Venetti estate was alive with activity as preparations for the Geneva operation moved into full swing. Marco stood at the center of the war room, maps and blueprints of the luxury hotel spread across the table. Around him, a handpicked team of loyal operatives reviewed their assignments with quiet focus. Carmen stood beside him, her presence commanding, her resolve unshakable.

“This is a precision strike,” Marco said, his voice firm. “No collateral damage, no unnecessary risks. We eliminate their key operatives and expose Il Spectro. If we succeed, the Consortium collapses. If we fail…” He didn’t finish the sentence, letting the weight of their mission speak for itself.

Carmen stepped forward, addressing the team. “We’ve planned every detail, but the most important thing is to stay flexible. The Consortium thrives on chaos—we won’t give them that advantage. Trust your training, trust each other, and we’ll come out of this alive.”

Luca approached, his face serious. “The cars are ready. It’s a long drive to Geneva, but the timing will work in our favor.”

Marco nodded, dismissing the team with a curt gesture. As the operatives filed out, Carmen turned to Luca.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “For everything.”

Luca’s expression softened. “Just come back, Carmen. The little one needs his mother.”

Her throat tightened, but she managed a small nod.

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Later, Carmen stood in the nursery, cradling her son. The soft light of the lamp illuminated his peaceful face, and for a moment, the chaos of the world outside faded away.

She kissed his forehead, whispering, “I’ll be back, my love. And when I am, this will all be over. No more hiding, no more fear.”

Luca appeared in the doorway, his presence quiet but steady. “It’s time.”

Carmen hesitated, her arms tightening around her son before she placed him gently in his crib. “Take care of him,” she said, her voice firm but edged with emotion.

“I will,” Luca promised.

Carmen turned away, her heart heavy but her resolve unshaken.

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The luxury hotel in Geneva loomed against the night sky, its glass façade glittering like a jewel. Inside, the Consortium’s most powerful figures gathered, their opulent surroundings a stark contrast to the violence they orchestrated.