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In our six years of marriage, Dante Moretti, betrayed me three times.
The first time, at an underground casino, he slept with a girl and swore he had to be responsible for her.
The second time, to make that girl happy, he locked me in a warehouse for three days while I was seven months pregnant. Then, our baby’s heartbeat stopped.
The third time, that girl fell ill and needed a kidney transplant from me. He strapped my mother, who was on a ventilator, into his sports car and sped wildly along a cliffside highway.
I knelt, begging, "I'll donate it. Just let my mom go. I'll do anything you ask..."
Dante smiled, his hand tightening on the remote control.
The next second, the car smashed through the guardrail, and I could only watch, as my mother plunged toward the lake.
"Remember this. This is the consequence of making Isabella suffer for even one more day."
"From now on, as long as you learn to be obedient, everything can go back to the way it was."
But I knew that was impossible.
Dante, there could never be a future for us.

Love Drowns In the Lake

"The only reason I keep you around is because you're a slut! But where the hell did you get the nerve to think you could even compare to my Stella, let alone lay a hand on her!"


"Isabella, you bitch! How dare you hurt my Stella! I'll fucking kill you!!"


As the pressure from his hands tightened, the sensation of choking sent Isabella into a panicked frenzy, her limbs flailing wildly. Overcome with terror, she lost control of her bladder.


"Dante, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"


"I don't know what came over me, that's why I hired someone to hurt her. I was just so scared of losing you!! Please, I... I can't breathe... Dante, I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your child!"


At the mention of a child, Dante's grip faltered, and he shoved her violently aside.


But a memory flashed through his mind: me, seven months pregnant.


Chapter 11