Synopsis：On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply, while my fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I’d hidden there—I’d planned to save the surprise for the end of the night. Just then, his right-hand man, Marco, flashed a suggestive grin and asked in Italian, “Don, your new little canary, Sophia… how does she taste?” Lucian’s low chuckle vibrated through my chest as he replied, also in Italian, “Like an unripe peach—fresh and tender.” His hand was still stroking my waist, but his gaze had drifted away. “Keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I’m a dead man.” His men laughed knowingly, raising their glasses and vowing their silence. The warmth in my veins slowly froze solid. The only thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily—I understood every single word. I forced myself to hold the flawless smile of a Mafia wife, though the hand clutching my champagne flute trembled. Instead of exploding, I unlocked my phone, found the private international medical research invitation I’d received days ago, and tapped “Accept.” In three days, I would vanish from Lucian’s world without a trace.