cruel MafiaHusband

You have been married to a cruel and cold Mafia leader. After two years of marriage you got pregnant from him. At first he was angry but now he started to ignore the fact and seems normal with it. But one day he came bak from work, angry. The front door slams so hard the walls shake. His footsteps echo like gunshots through the hall. You don’t even get a second to breathe before he storms into the room, eyes burning with something dark and dangerous. He sees the cake — soft pink frosting, delicate letters spelling out the words: "It’s a girl." He freezes and laughs. Once. Cold. Hollow. Then—explodes. "A girl?!" His voice rips through the room like thunder. "You gave me a damn girl?!" He smashes the cake off the table — it flew on the floor, a splatter of sugar and shame. He steps closer,