Eight Months After My Mafia Husband Divorced Me for “Failing to Give Him an Heir,” He Invited Me to His Wedding to a Pregnant Fiancée
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Chapter 12 - Ava Took Her First Steps Between Me and Adrian, and the Three of Us Started Building the Family We Thought We'd Lost ForeverAva grew.
She learned to walk.
Then run.
Then talk.
Her first word wasn't Mom.
It wasn't Dad.
It was “More.”
Adrian laughed for ten minutes.
He became a father.
Not the billionaire.
Not the crime boss.
A father.
He learned diapers.
Bedtime stories.
Pediatric appointments.
He hated cartoons.
Ava loved them.
He lost every argument.
I loved watching it.
We didn't become a couple again immediately.
We didn't need to.
We became parents.
Then friends.
Then something more complicated.
Sometimes old wounds reopened.
Sometimes we fought.
Sometimes he apologized.
Sometimes I did.
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But we stayed.
Ava deserved that.
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Chapter 13 - Two Years Later, Adrian Returned to the Hospital Where Our Daughter Was Born and Finally Told Me Why He Had Never Claimed HerWe visited the hospital.
Chapter 14 - On Ava’s Fifth Birthday, Adrian Gave Her a Gift That Had Once Belonged to His Mother—and I Realized the Moretti Family Could Finally Be Something DifferentAva's fifth birthday was quiet.
Chapter 15 - My Husband Divorced Me Because He Believed I Could Never Give Him an Heir—Then Years Later He Held the Daughter He Had Never Known Existed and Learned That Family Was Never About Bloodline — THE ENDYears later, people still remembered the wedding.
