He Defended My Killer,Not Knowing I Was His Wife

On the day I was eight months pregnant, my husband, Dante Valente, abandoned me in the death zone at the border of the two powerful families.

It wasn't an ordinary road.

It was a gray area, a long-standing battleground between the Valente and Morano families—no surveillance, no patrols, not even "laws."

There, human life meant nothing.

The reason I was forced out of the car was a phone call from Serafina Morano.

"Dante, I feel terrible… I have a fever…"

The voice on the other end of the line was weak, almost broken.

Dante's face changed instantly.

This man, who could decide life and death with a single word at the committee negotiating table, this advisor who made countless families bow their heads, became like a madman when he heard her voice.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be right there."

He finished speaking without even glancing at me.

The car screeched to a halt at the side of the road.

Before I could react, he had already unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at me coldly.

"Get out."

I froze. “Dante, we’re almost at the ancestral home, your mother—”

“I said, get out.”

His voice was utterly devoid of warmth.

I instinctively protected my stomach.

“I’m eight months pregnant, and the doctor said I could give birth prematurely at any time.”

Dante glanced down at my abdomen, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a commodity.

“You know how this child came to be.”

“I married you only out of a sense of responsibility.”

“Don’t use it to threaten me.”

“It disgusts me.”

In that instant, my heart felt like it had been pierced by a bullet.

I always knew he didn’t love me.

But I never imagined that in his eyes, I wasn’t even human.

Just a vessel to maintain the bloodlines of our two families.

That night, he initiated it.

But the next day, he said I schemed against him.

I forced him into marriage with my body.

Now, he’s not even willing to maintain the last shred of pretense.

“You're not far from the ancestral home, walk back yourself.”

He finished speaking and started the car again.

The phone was still pressed to his ear.

His voice suddenly softened.

“Serafina, don't be afraid, I'll be there soon.”

The headlights flashed, and the black sedan disappeared into the rain.

As if it had never stopped.

I was alone, left behind at the border.

The wind swept across the wasteland, cutting my face like a knife.

This was the gray zone.

No rules.

No protection.

And no one would stand up for a woman who had been abandoned.

I walked slowly.

My stomach tightened in waves.

Every step felt like walking on broken glass.

The sky darkened rapidly, and the rain began to fall.

First a drizzle, then a downpour.

I had to stop to catch my breath.

Just then—

A blinding white light tore through the darkness in the distance.

A modified SUV came hurtling towards me without slowing down.

Too fast.

I didn't even have time to dodge.

The next second—

Bang.

I was thrown through the air.

The moment I hit the ground, I heard the sound of my bones breaking.

A sharp pain exploded in my limbs.

I instinctively reached for my abdomen.

Warm blood, mixed with cold rain, seeped through my fingers.

My child…

My child…

My phone rolled out of my bag.

The screen lit up.

I shakily pressed the only emergency contact number.

The phone rang for a long time.

So long that I thought he wouldn't answer.

Finally, it connected.

An impatient voice came from the other end.

"I'm taking Serafina to the hospital."

"Can you stop messing around?"

"Don't bother me anymore."

Then—

Beep.

The call was disconnected.

At that moment, I suddenly fell silent.

The rain was still falling.

The blood was still flowing.

But I couldn't feel the pain.

It turns out, what's more despairing than being hit by a car is desperately trying to survive, but no one wants you to live.

Not far away, an SUV stopped.

The door opened hesitantly.

A man got out, his voice trembling.

"I hit someone… she seemed to be pregnant…"

A deep, cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

"This is the gray area."

"No one will investigate."

"If she's still alive, let her die."

A brief silence.

The man's breathing became rapid.

"…I understand."

He got back into the car.

The engine roared.

The next second—

The tires crushed my body.

The sound of bones shattering was completely swallowed by the torrential rain.