My Undoing 1

My Und

Chapter 1 

Chapter 1 

After ten years with Logan Richter, a sex–addicted mafia boss, I had endured twelve miscarriages. 

All because he claimed his enemies were everywhere, and a kid would just paint a target on our backs. 

When I got pregnant for the thirteenth time, Logan surprisingly agreed to let me keep the baby. 

Once the pregnancy stabilized, he went completely legitimate–leaving his criminal empire behind. 

At seven months pregnant, I accidentally discovered the bastard’d been keeping a mistress Marina Morris on the side. 

His little side piece was also pregnant–and she was two months further along than me. 

I confronted him through my tears. Logan just gave me a annoyed look: 

“Marina is different from you, Rachel. She’s just an ordinary girl who needs a child’s companionship.” 

“Come on, you know she’d never compete with you, even with a baby. You’ll always be Mrs. Richter.” 

Staring into his cold and indifferent eyes, I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. 

Taking a deep breath, I spoke with calm resolve: 

“Forget it. We’re done, Logan Richter” 

Logan’s frown got even deeper. 

He never expected me to say “We’re done“-the same words I’d refused to speak even with a gun to my head from his enemies. 

“Seriously, Rachel Campbell? You’re gonna pull this shit now?” 

Logan’s voice dropped to that dangerous tone I knew too well. His eyes bore into me, waiting for me to take my words back. 

In his mind, this peaceful life was everything I’d ever wanted. He couldn’t figure out what the hell my problem was. 

Neither could I, honestly. 

But I stood my ground–kept my chin up and refused to back down. 

“Yeah. Seriously.” 

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Logan’s face got darker by the second. 

Then Marina–Logan’s dirty little secret he’d been hiding for over a year, her voice broke through the standoff. 

She traced lazy circles in his palm with her finger–part flirtation, part comfort. 

“Logan, babe, if this is too complicated, we could always postpone the wedding…” 

My head snapped up. 

Looking at her sweet and innocent face, my brain just… shut down. 

For ten years, Logan had every excuse not to marry me. 

12:14 

Game Over, Mafia Boss! Now Pay in Blood For Killing Our Three Kids 

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Chapter 1 

He was afraid of having a weakness enemies could exploit. 

Afraid he couldn’t protect me properly. 

Afraid he couldn’t give me the stable life I deserved. 

No matter how many times I told him “I don’t care,” Logan wouldn’t even give me a damn marriage certificate. 

Now he was planning some big fancy wedding for his mistress! 

The pain in my chest was so sharp I could barely breathe. 

“Nah, we’re not waiting. Baby’s coming soon–we can’t put this off any longer.” 

“As for Rachel,” Logan’s cold eyes fixed on me, waiting for me to cave, “my business is none of her concern.” 

Our eyes locked, and something inside me just died. 

I suddenly remembered that time I took a bullet for him and nearly bled out. He’d torn through a crowd of shooters to get to me, 

holding me like I was everything. 

I was dying in his arms, blood everywhere. 

Logan was crying, screaming my name and kissing my lips. 

That was when I first fell for him–crossing a line I never should have crossed as his enforcer. 

After that, our crew started calling me “Mrs. Richter.” 

Now I realized Logan didn’t just have one “Mrs. Richter“-he had a backup too. 

Well, I was about to reject this title soon. 

I shook myself out of the memory and turned away, done watching their little lovefest. 

I’d barely taken two steps when I heard someone snort behind me. 

“Logan, honey, did I do something wrong? Why is Rachel still so upset?” Marina’s voice carried a wronged and wounded tone. 

Logan let out a cold laugh. 

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. She just forgot her fucking place.” 

Alo Do in Blood For Killing Our Three Kids