My Mafia Husband Saved His Mistress While I Bled Pregnant Upstairs—Three Years Later, One Nursery Recording Exposed Why He Chose the Wrong Woman My husband heard gunfire inside our mansion, saw two paths in front of him—and chose to save his mistress while I was bleeding upstairs with his unborn son.

The bell above the bakery door chimed, but I didn't look up from the display case.

"We're closing in five minutes," I called out, wiping down the glass.

No one answered.

I looked up. A massive man in a tailored charcoal suit stood near the entrance. He wasn't a local. He reeked of expensive cologne and contained, quiet violence.

My heart stalled.

He didn't make a move, just stood there staring at me with a mixture of shock and reverence.

"Mrs. Thorne," the man whispered.

I recognized him. It was Elias, Adrien’s personal driver. He had been loyal to Adrien since they were kids.

Instinct took over. I reached under the counter, my hand wrapping around the cold grip of the revolver I kept taped beneath the register. I aimed it straight at his chest through the wood of the counter.

"Don't move, Elias," I said, my voice eerily calm.

He raised his hands slowly, making no move toward his weapon. "Mara... you're alive. God, you're actually alive."

"Who sent you?"

"He did," Elias said softly. "The tech team cracked your IP an hour ago. He didn't tell Simone. He didn't tell anyone. He just put me in the car and told me to drive until I found the address."

"Is he here?" I demanded, the gun trembling slightly in my grip.

"No. He's an hour behind me. He wanted me to secure the perimeter before Simone realized Victor was missing." Elias looked toward the back room, hearing the faint sound of cartoons playing. "Mara... is that...?"