My Mafia Husband Married His Mistress Chapter 06

My Mafia Husband Married His Mistress Chapter 06

I surfaced to the sharp sting of antiseptic. 

Every inch of my body felt ripped apart. 

“…Sienna? You’re awake?” 

I opened my eyes and saw Roman’s bloodshot 

stare. 

“I’m sorry, Sienna. I didn’t know Elara called those 

men.” 

He grabbed my hand desperately, regret flooding 

his face. 

“I already sent them back to prison. I deleted all the recordings too.” 

I stared blankly at the ceiling. 

“Get out.” 

“Sienna, please. I’m not leaving.” 

His voice trembled violently. 

“Hit me. Scream at me. I deserve it. But I’m never 

leaving you again. Please… give me one more 

chance. Trust me.” 

I yanked my hand away. 

“Trust you?” 

“I trusted you over and over again. You hid those 

photos away and told me they were destroyed.” 

“And all this time, I was secretly playing the role of 

your mistress while you used those same photos 

to flirt with another woman.” 

Roman swallowed hard, trying to suppress his 

sobs. 

“It was my fault! I never realized Elara was 

poisonous…” 

“Sienna, I wanted to marry you. But my family… they would never accept you.” 

“I never loved Elara. The marriage was only to 

calm my grandmother down.” 

“It was never meant to be permanent! I swear, the plan was always to cut her loose after she 

delivered the heir-” 

A doctor walked into the room, interrupting him. 

“Family of Sienna Hartley?” 

“I am!” Roman raised his hand immediately. 

“Sienna, stay here. I’ll talk to the doctor.” 

He followed the doctor into the hallway and shut 

the door behind him. 

The doctor glanced over the medical chart, brows 

tightly furrowed. 

“The injuries are severe. The lacerations were 

stitched, but her uterus was torn by a foreign 

object and became infected.” 

“I’m afraid she may never be able to get pregnant 

again.” 

Every word hit Roman like a hammer. 

His legs nearly gave out beneath him. 

He remembered the scene when he found her. 

Covered in blood. 

Ten years ago, when he kicked open that motel 

room door- 

Wait. 

A chill crawled down his spine. 

“Doctor!” 

“She had similar injuries ten years ago, didn’t she? Why did nobody ever mention she couldn’t have 

children?” 

The doctor checked the chart again carefully. 

“There’s no record of previous trauma.” 

“If she had suffered similar injuries before, we 

would’ve found scar tissue.” 

He looked up at Roman slowly. 

“Are you sure she actually had those injuries back 

then?”