After the Divorce, My Ex-Husband Repents Behind Bars for Life

Summary

When I was three months pregnant, I walked straight into an ambush. A bullet tore through my arm, and they rushed me to the hospital.

By the time it was over, the baby had been torn out of me alive.

The surgeon, Mia, passed it off as a tragic mistake.

I tore the hospital apart, and my husband, Leon, only looked annoyed. "It's one kid. We'll have another. Why put the doctor through hell over it?"

Then I saw the smug woman standing behind him, and it all came together.

I smiled at Leon. What he didn't know was that in the gang shootout three months ago, the bullet to his stomach had left…