The Mafia Boss' Betrayed WifeChapter 1

Rose's POV

I was too numb to notice the tears rolling down my cheeks until they landed with soft taps on my computer.

Playing on the screen was CCTV footage showing the parking lot of my sister's apartment building the day she went missing.

When I received the envelope containing the flash drive from the private investigator, I had thought it was more good news, fresh out of a doctor's visit confirming my pregnancy.

That is until I read the autopsy report that confirmed all my worst fears over the last eight months.

Bella was dead.

The short video stopped and replayed for the third time, forcing me to rewatch her struggle as she was forced into a van by the same man whose child I was carrying in my belly.

My husband, Nathan.

I refused to believe it, even as it replayed a fourth time.

Nathan had been my rock those first few months of Bella's disappearance—making sure her case was a priority to the police, weeding through the dark underbelly of his world to check if she had been taken by one of his enemies, only to come up with nothing.

The case had been closed in just four weeks after the police had met nothing but dead ends. Meanwhile, Nathan had sworn he would never stop searching for her.

All of it had been a performance, and it made me wonder why.

What reason did he have to kill Bella?

I wiped my tears away and opened the autopsy report, knowing the pain of reading it was the only way to get answers.

The report stated that she was not harmed in any way, save for a few bruises from the struggle and one missing organ—her heart.

Confused, I searched through the other files on the flash drive until I found my sister's medical report and an organ donor form with her signature on it.

Alongside it was the medical report of the recipient, and my blood froze in my veins when I read the woman's name.

Katherine Salford, Nathan's ex-girlfriend.

Katherine had come back into his life a year ago to spend what she had thought were her last days with him.

By some miracle, a donor match had been found, and I remember the joy I had felt when we visited her post-surgery.

I had placed my head on her chest, listening to her brand-new heartbeat, not knowing it belonged to the woman I had been desperately searching for.

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and I broke down in sobs.