Eight sacs

Eight sacs. You're carrying octuplets. Eight? The day I found out I was carrying octuplets, I stared at my bank balance. How could I possibly afford eight children? The next second, my Mafia don husband sent me divorce papers. Twenty million dollars. Sign them and disappear from my life. Twenty million dollars. Sign them and disappear from my life. Perfect timing. I took the money and left New York without looking back. Soon all of New York was talking. The ruthless Don Marchetti had lost his mind. You overpaid. He was desperate to find the ex-wife who took a fortune and fled with his eight babies. After the exam, I was still nervous, praying nothing was seriously wrong. The doctor studied the screen, his brows tightened and his expression grew stranger by the second. Doctor, is something wrong with me? Miss Bennett, nothing is wrong with you. You're pregnant and you're carrying octuplets. Eight gestational sacs, all developing normally. It felt like thunder exploded beside my ears. Eight tiny lives were actually growing inside me. Multiple births ran in my family. My mother had twins and my aunt had triplets, but who could have imagined I'd be carrying eight? But I didn't feel happy at all. Alessio Marchetti and I had been married for three years. He was a powerful Mafia don who controlled a vast business empire, cold, quiet, and untouchably powerful, whereas I came from an ordinary family. I'm also very overweight, nothing like those beautiful, elegant Mafia princesses. Back then, I saved Alessio's life when he was seriously injured. He married me afterward only to repay that debt, but he never loved me. For three years, he'd always been cold toward me. We lived under the same roof, yet felt more distant than strangers. Everyone in the Marcetti family looked down on me. They all mocked me behind my back. That fat girl really knew how to use that life-saving favor to marry Alessio. She's this fat and comes from nothing. How could she possibly be worthy of being Mrs. Marchetti? She's delusional. Alessio could never love her. Just wait and see, he'll dump her sooner or later. At a gala, he got drunk and we slept together for the first time. I never expected to get pregnant, let alone with eight babies. Would Alessio even want them? Just like they said, I was too fat. He usually found even looking at me annoying. How could he accept eight unexpected babies? Eight babies meant formula, diapers, nannies, a bigger home, and education. It would cost a fortune. I had neither money nor a husband I could rely on. I returned to the Marcetti estate, feeling so heavy-hearted I could barely breathe. Before I could, Alessio's personal assistant, Michael, brought me divorce papers. Michael, I need to tell Alessio. He wants a divorce. Then I received another message from Alessio. Twenty million dollars. Sign them and disappear from my life. Twenty million dollars. Sign them and disappear from my life. I stared at the message, stunned. The next second, I burst out laughing, all my worries vanishing instantly. Twenty million dollars. Perfect timing. The money was enough to give all eight children the best life and education. Alessio wanted a divorce, and so did I. I'd wanted out of this cold marriage for a long time. The check first. Before you sign? Obviously. I immediately had Michael arrange the transfer, then I signed the divorce papers without hesitation. Vivian Bennett. I signed my name cleanly and decisively. I only took my personal belongings. All the other jewelry and designer clothes stayed in the room. I took the check and divorce papers, then calmly wheeled my suitcase outside. From this moment on, Mrs. Marchetti no longer existed, only Vivian Bennett and the eight babies growing inside her. After leaving the Marcetti estate, I took a cab straight to a private bank. Once the check was cashed, I carefully put away the bank card. This money was my eight babies' future. I couldn't take any chances. Once that was done, I booked first-class tickets to Miami, then I rented the best luxury car. I drove straight to my parents' home. My parents lit up when they saw me, but their smiles froze when they saw my suitcase and I was alone. Where's Alessio? We're divorced. That heartless Alessio Marchetti. Even if he didn't love you, how could he treat you so cruelly? I'm going to demand an explanation from him right now. He's gone too far. Dad, don't go. Divorcing him is actually a relief. He gave me twenty million dollars. We'll be more than fine. That doesn't excuse him. Besides, Alessio is overseas handling the family's shipping business. He's not even in New York. Making a scene is pointless, and I'm carrying eight babies. Eight. After hearing that, my parents were both shocked and overjoyed for me and my unborn babies. They swallowed their anger and agreed to leave. Once we finished packing, we boarded a flight out of the city. Outside the window, New York glittered with lights. I gently stroked my belly. From now on, this glamorous city had nothing to do with me.