The Mafia Boss’s Regret I Faked My Death to Escape Him

I was known as the mad wife of the city's most ruthless mafia don. Every time my husband took a new mistress, I would point a gun at them to scare them off. To punish me for my jealousy, he bought her luxury cars, penthouses, and diamond rings. He even took her virginity right on our marriage bed. He thought this would force me to sign the divorce papers. But I just blinked back my tears, forced a smile, and pushed the papers back to him once again. Everyone thought he and I would spend the rest of our lives torturing each other in this toxic cycle. Until the ninth time I caught them in bed at a luxury hotel. When Ethan Blackwood saw me walk in, his first instinct was to shield Chloe behind his back. Furious, I raised my replica gun at his little mistress, Chloe. But before I could even take a step forward, Ethan grabbed the fruit knife from the nightstand. He slashed his own wrist thirteen times, the deep cuts drawing a terrifying amount of blood, forcing me to take a step back in sheer horror. "Don't you dare touch her, Elena. I know you're mad. If you want to punish someone, take it out on me." The fearsome mafia don, currently covered in his own blood, was doing everything he could just to protect his little mistress. He had never protected me like that. Not even once. But his next words hit me like a physical blow, leaving me completely paralyzed. "Do whatever you want to me. Just don't involve the baby. She's pregnant." My hand instinctively went to my own flat stomach. My voice trembled violently. "What did you just say? She's pregnant?" "It means that as long as you don't hurt her and the baby, I won't divorce you." "Don't look at me with that face. This is my final compromise. Push me any further, and I won't show you any mercy." A compromise? His compromise was to stay married to me just to protect his mistress and her unborn child. But he had no idea that I was carrying his baby, too. In that single, quiet moment, I realized I wanted to leave him. Truly leave him. My hands shook so badly that I couldn't even hold the replica gun. It clattered loudly onto the floor. Ethan frowned at my reaction. Then, as if realizing something, he calmly pulled a black card from his wallet and slid it toward me. "Still mad? Take this. Buy whatever makes you happy." "I know you wanted that new sapphire necklace and the designer bag. If this isn't enough, just ask. But you are never to touch Chloe again." I looked at the black card, my eyes burning with unshed tears. He knew damn well that I didn't care about those things. Those were the things Chloe loved, not me. "Ethan, have you forgotten who Chloe actually is to me?" Ethan paused, avoiding my gaze. "That's all in the past, Elena. People need to move on. Stop clinging to the past. Besides, Chloe is innocent in all of this." Innocent? Chloe was the daughter of my father's mistress. To take my mother's place, Chloe's mother literally drove my own mother to jump off a twenty-story building. After her mother moved into our house, I was starved and abused. On the day I turned eighteen, they drugged me and sold me to a man infected with HIV. It was Ethan who saved me back then. For a long time, I saw him as my savior, my only anchor in this dark world. Back then, he had held me tightly in his arms, swearing through gritted teeth: "I swear, Elena, I will make everyone who hurt you wish they were dead." But the man who once swore to protect me for the rest of his life was now shielding my worst enemy. He was actually calling her innocent and warning me not to hurt her. As if I were the villain in this story. It felt like a piece of my heart was being ripped out with a rusty knife. I took a step back, my voice barely a whisper. "Ethan, let's get a divorce." Ethan snapped his head up, staring at me with a look so cold it felt like he was looking at an enemy. The next second, his large hand gripped my stomach, pressing down hard. His voice was like ice. "Are you still playing these hard-to-get games with me?" "I've already made my compromise. What more do you want?" "If you dare hurt Chloe, I swear to God, I will make you pay a price you can't afford!" A sharp, dull pain radiated from where he pressed against my belly. The blood in my veins felt frozen. He seemed to have forgotten how my life went downhill after my father went bankrupt. While I was being beaten by debt collectors until I lost hearing in one ear, Chloe was enjoying a luxurious cruise in Venice. While I was digging through trash cans just to find a scrap of food, Chloe was checking into five-star restaurants. While I had to sell my own blood just to pay off the family debts, Chloe was spending thousands at luxury auctions. I genuinely believed my life would finally get better after I married Ethan. But the very next year after Chloe returned to the city, Ethan ended up in her bed. Honestly, I had brought up divorce several times over the past five years. But every time I saw his indifferent face when he signed the papers, the years of pain and resentment would make me back out. I chose to act like a madwoman, tormenting Chloe in hopes of clawing back my place in Ethan's heart. But over the years, Ethan had completely lost all trust in me. A decade of history, and we had ended up in a place of absolute distrust. The pressure on my abdomen grew, and the tiny life inside me seemed to sense the danger, kicking anxiously. The pain was so intense that I collapsed onto the floor, curling into a ball. Ethan didn't show a single ounce of worry. His voice was completely flat, as if he were just giving me a routine update. "Chloe is traumatized. I need to take her to the hospital. Once her checkup is done, I'll come home to accompany you." He paused, making it sound like he was making a massive sacrifice for me. "I won't see her again until you give birth." With that, he walked right past me and headed straight into the bedroom. The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making my ears ring. Let him go to her. It didn't matter anymore. We didn't have a future anyway. I let out a bitter laugh. Clutching the wall, I forced myself to stand up and slowly dragged myself out of the hotel. The moment I stepped out of the lobby, my vision went black, and I completely lost consciousness.When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. Only a nurse was by my side. "You have signs of a threatened miscarriage. You need to keep your emotions stable. The doctor has prescribed some medication to protect the fetus. Once your family gets here, have them pick it up." Family? I didn't have any family left. My mother died years ago, my father fled his debts, and the mafia husband who once promised to love me forever was currently accompanying his mistress for her prenatal checkup. I slowly slid out of bed, planning to get the medicine myself. As I walked past the VIP ward on the third floor, a familiar male voice drifted out from a door left slightly ajar. I froze in my tracks. Peering through the gap, I saw Ethan sitting by the bed, gently feeding Chloe a bowl of warm soup. Chloe touched her stomach, looking up at him with teary eyes. "Ethan, are you really not going to come see me during this time? What if the baby misses his daddy?" Ethan pinched her nose affectionately. "Silly girl. How could I ever leave you all alone?" "I installed a GPS tracker on Elena's phone. Once she stops acting crazy, I'll come right back to accompany you." Chloe giggled and threw herself into his arms. Listening to the intimate sounds coming from the room, my chest felt completely hollowed out. The cold hospital draft blew past, freezing me to the bone. I pulled out my phone and dialed a hidden contact. "I accept your offer to go to Chicago. But on one condition—you have to help me fake my death." "Deal," the voice on the other end replied. Hanging up, I took one last look at the two figures hugging inside the room. Ethan, since you refused to believe that I would actually divorce you... Then congratulations, you are about to become a widower. That evening, Ethan came home. Seeing that my dinner was just a bland bowl of oatmeal, he frowned and immediately dumped it into the trash can. "You're pregnant, and this is what you're eating?" He took off his suit jacket and walked straight into the kitchen. Soon, the sound of sizzling oil and the rich aroma of food filled the apartment. The warm, golden light cast a soft glow over his back as he cooked. If I hadn't overheard his conversation outside the VIP ward, I would have honestly believed he was turning over a new leaf and returning to his family. While I was lost in thought, four dishes and a soup were already set on the table. He placed a large piece of steamed fish into my bowl. "Eat more fish. It'll keep your legs from cramping at night." I gripped my fork so tightly my knuckles turned white. "Ethan, I'm allergic to fish." The one who loved fish was Chloe. The dining room fell into a suffocating silence. Ethan's hand froze in mid-air, his expression stiffening. He slowly put down his fork, picked up the entire plate of fish, and dumped it into the trash. Then, he walked over to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of mango juice, opened it, and began to chug it down. My eyes widened in horror. I rushed forward to grab the bottle. "Are you insane?! You're severely allergic to mangoes!" He swerved to avoid my hand, draining the entire bottle. Within seconds, angry red hives began to break out all over his neck. It was a terrifying sight. He loosened his tie, his breathing turning shallow and labored. "Forgetting your allergy was my fault. It has nothing to do with Chloe." "Now that I've punished myself, promise me you won't go looking for trouble with her." Tears spilled over my eyes without warning. "Ethan," my voice shook violently. "Are you seriously willing to risk your own life just to protect Chloe?" "Yes." He answered without a single second of hesitation, his eyes almost pleading. "Elena, I'm begging you... just let Chloe go." The nickname "Luna" hit me like a physical blow, pinning me to the spot. Years ago, when Chloe's mother had pushed me to the absolute edge, I had stood at the very edge of the rooftop, wanting to jump and join my mother. Ethan hadn't tried to pull me back with words. Instead, he had climbed up and stood right beside me on the ledge. He had said, "Elena, you are the moon in my dark sky. If you go, I won't live either." The nickname "Luna" carried too much weight. It had defined the eleven years of love and hate between us. The butterflies of our first kiss, the pain of meeting in a shady back-alley clinic, the intimacy of our wedding night... But now, he was using that very name to beg me to spare another woman. My lips curled into a bitter smile. The silence in my heart came even before the tears. "Fine. I will let you both go." I stepped back, turned around, and walked into the bedroom.Our wedding photo still hung on the bedroom wall. A pair of ceramic dolls sat on the nightstand, and the closet was filled with matching outfits we used to wear. For years, I had carefully maintained all of these things. I always thought that as long as these items remained, the old Ethan would eventually return to me. But looking at them now, they just seemed like a cruel joke. Holding my stomach with one hand, I began to pack everything up, clearing them out piece by piece. Seven years of marriage, five years of madness. It took me exactly two hours to completely erase my presence from this room. That night, I had a dream. In the dream, the twenty-year-old Ethan looked at me with a sad but relieved smile. He tapped my forehead gently. "Luna, it's time to let go of someone who doesn't love you anymore." When I woke up, the bed beside me was cold and empty. There was a sticky note on the dining table with Ethan's handwriting: Breakfast is in the warming drawer. I have an illegal arms deal at the docks this morning. If you don't believe me, you can check up on me anytime. I crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash. After eating breakfast, I opened my laptop and began organizing the assets under my name. Real estate, stocks, funds, and the private savings I had quietly gathered over the years. I listed every single cent clearly. I had suffered from being broke, and I would never let my child experience that kind of pain. While I was calculating, my phone screen suddenly lit up. It was a message from Chloe. I have a little surprise for you, Elena~ Below the text was a link to a live stream. I clicked on it. The moment the screen loaded, my blood ran cold. The camera angle was from a high-angle surveillance view. The background was my own bedroom. The person in the video was currently sitting at the desk, looking down at her laptop. She was in the exact same posture I was in right now. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I whipped my head up and looked toward the direction of the camera angle. Hidden inside the flower vase on the shelf was a tiny, blinking red light. I rushed over, grabbed the vase, and slammed it hard onto the floor. The hidden camera popped out, and I immediately stomped on it, grinding it to pieces under my heel. My phone buzzed again. There's more, Elena. It was another link. This time, it was the bathroom. In the video, I was completely naked, taking a shower right in front of the lens. The live chat on the side was scrolling at a dizzying speed. Damn, she's hot. Look at those curves. No wonder she gets so much action. She's pregnant and still looks this edible? Anyone got her contact info? How much for a night? A loud buzzing sound went off in my head. My brain felt like it was exploding. I grabbed whatever was near me and began to smash the room in a frenzy. The entire bedroom was turned into an absolute wreck. Chloe's voice message played from my phone, filled with raw, mocking laughter: "Oh my god, Elena, you look like a raging beast right now. It's hilarious." "Ethan told me he hasn't touched you in three months." "You must be so lonely, right? Your shower video got so many viewers last night. Maybe I should leak your phone number and address to help you find some playmates." "Chloe!" I grabbed my car keys and stormed out of the apartment. The car roared to life like a wild beast, and I sped down the road toward Chloe's private villa. Halfway there, Ethan's call came through. His voice was laced with anger and panic: "Elena! Are you going after Chloe again?! Pull over and go home right now!" I gripped the steering wheel so hard my hands shook. "Ethan, did you install those cameras in our room?" He admitted it smoothly, his tone sounding completely justified: "Yes, I did. Your emotional state is too unstable, Elena. I only did it to keep an eye on you for your own safety." "For my safety?" I laughed so hard tears streamed down my face. "Do you have any idea that Chloe used your cameras to stream me naked to the entire internet?" "That's impossible. Chloe gets terrified just seeing you. She would never dare provoke you on her own." "Elena, I am warning you. Turn the car around and go home right now. Do not go near Chloe." Even though I knew he wouldn't believe me, hearing him defend her without a second of hesitation still felt like a physical stab to my heart. The GPS navigation's mechanical voice rang out: Your destination is in five hundred yards. Ethan's tone changed instantly, turning into a chilling, ruthless threat I had never heard from him before: "Elena, you forced my hand." Before I could even process what he meant by those words... Out of my peripheral vision, a massive black armored SUV suddenly charged out from a side intersection. BOOM! The violent impact rammed straight into my driver's side, flipping my car into the air like a toy. The airbags deployed in my face, and shards of glass rained down like a storm. I was thrown violently against the door and then bounced back. A sharp, agonizing pain ripped through my lower abdomen. A warm, thick liquid began to flow down my thighs.I was trapped inside the crushed metal frame of the car, unable to move. The pain in my abdomen grew worse with every passing second, and a dark pool of blood began to soak through the car seat. The driver of the armored SUV got out, walked over to my shattered window, and took a quick look at me. Then, he immediately pulled out his phone and made a call. "Mr. Blackwood, I've successfully rammed and stopped Mrs. Blackwood's car as you ordered." "The car flipped. Mrs. Blackwood is severely injured and bleeding. Should I call an ambulance?" There was a silence on the other end of the line for a few agonizing seconds. Then, Ethan's voice drifted out of the speaker, cold and detached: "Wait. Once Chloe is safely checked into her new place, then you can send Elena to the hospital." My breathing was growing weaker by the second. My lower abdomen felt incredibly heavy and painful. The tiny life that had been growing inside me for four months was slipping away. With the last of my strength, I cried out, "Please... take me to the hospital... I'm losing the baby..." The driver visibly panicked and spoke into the phone urgently, "Sir! Mrs. Blackwood is bleeding heavily, I think she's..." "I said," Ethan's voice dropped, carrying a chilling, absolute authority. "Put Chloe's safety first." That single sentence crushed the very last shred of hope I had left in my heart. I closed my eyes as tears, mixed with blood, dripped down my cheeks. The final ember of warmth in my chest died out completely. My consciousness slipped into total darkness. When I woke up again, I was in the back of an ambulance. The blaring sirens were deafening. The paramedic was frantically pressing down on my stomach: "The patient is hemorrhaging from a miscarriage! Her blood pressure is crashing! Faster! Drive faster!" My eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and my lower body was completely numb from the pain. After what felt like an eternity, the ambulance screeched to a halt. I was lifted onto a gurney and rushed toward the emergency room. But just as we reached the entrance of the ER, we were blocked by several large bodyguards in black suits. "Mr. Blackwood has cleared the entire hospital for Miss Chloe's private checkup. No unauthorized personnel are allowed inside." The paramedic was on the verge of tears. "She's hemorrhaging from a miscarriage! Every second counts! She's going to die!" The bodyguards remained completely unmoved. With trembling hands, I reached out, grabbed my phone from the gurney, and dialed Ethan's number. It rang for a long time before he finally picked up. His voice was laced with pure fury. "Elena, you really are like a parasite! You actually followed us to the hospital?!" "I'm telling you, as long as I'm here, you won't get the chance to hurt Chloe." "Ethan..." My voice was barely a whisper. Every single word sent a sharp pain through my chest. "I'm not here for her... please tell them to let me in... I'm dying..." He let out a mocking laugh, his tone dripping with disdain: "People like you don't die so easily. But if you actually die, I'll gladly buy your coffin." With that, he hung up. Immediately after, the bodyguards seemed to receive their orders. They stepped forward and began pushing the gurney away. The paramedic screamed, trying to block them. "You can't do this! She will die! Let us in!" In the chaos, someone in the crowd yelled, "Mr. Blackwood is coming out!" The lead bodyguard frowned. Fearing that I would cause a scene, he grabbed my arm and violently dragged me off the gurney. I fell heavily onto the hard concrete floor. My wounds burst open, and blood instantly soaked through my clothes, pooling around me in a shocking shade of crimson. Lying flat on the ground, I forced myself to lift my head. Through the gaps in the crowd, I saw Ethan walking out, gently holding Chloe. He was carefully shielding her slightly rounded belly. As if she were the most precious treasure in the world. The black armored SUV slowly drove away, eventually disappearing down the street. I opened my mouth, but only a mouthful of blood came coughing out. The light in my eyes began to fade. BEEP--- The heart monitor in the ambulance behind me let out a long, flat tone. The world fell completely silent. Inside the driving SUV, Ethan suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest. Instinctively, he rolled down the window. The frantic screams of the medical staff in the distance drifted in with the night wind: "The patient, Elena Vance, has lost all vital signs! Time of death: 7:40 PM!" Every drop of color drained from Ethan's face instantly.