I Hope You Suffer, My Ex Mafia Husband

Amanda's POV Three days after I was discharged, Dante brought Maggie home to the Russo estate. I watched from the upstairs landing as servants rushed back and forth, transforming what used to be our master bedroom into a pink princess palace. Maggie sat on the living room sofa in an oversized men's shirt, cradling a bowl of soup. "Amanda," she called out when she spotted me on the stairs. Her voice was small, trembling. "I'm so sorry. If it weren't for me, your baby would still..." Tears welled up in her eyes. I walked down slowly, my gaze cold and steady. "If you're really sorry, why don't you just die?" Dante had just walked through the front door. His face went dark instantly. "Amanda! When did you become so vicious? Maggie is our guest. She's a patient!" "A patient?" I...