The Crime Boss Obsession

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Tao Yaoyao

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.

Modern Parenting Ex-wife Drama

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Sophia POV

"You will be handling Damian Russo's therapy session."

Ever since this statement was made, my life has been a total turnaround. As I stared down through the window of the descending plane into Chicago, I knew that my career was about to take an unexpected turn.

The moment I stepped out of the plane, I noticed a man standing at the gated entrance and immediately recognized him.

"Dr. Sophia Carter, welcome to Chicago. Everything is in place for your session with Mr. Russo," Agent Thompson assured me with a professional nod.

I certainly hoped he was telling the truth. As we stepped into the car, my mind became preoccupied with thoughts of Damian Russo.

Considered by many to be Chicago's most enigmatic crime boss, everyone knew the story of Damian who had been involved in sophisticated financial crimes and is now facing trial. I could only hope that enough security measures had been put in place to prevent any unexpected situations.

As soon as we arrived at the prison, I shook my head at the stark reality. Indeed, being confined in this place isn't good for any human being.

We marched through the main floor of the prison, which was heavily guarded by several officers. As we slowly approached Damian's cell, I felt my heart rate increasing, and Thompson seemed to notice this as he gave me a reassuring nod.

Once we arrived at Damian's cell, Agent Thompson stepped in front of me, meeting my gaze.

"You've got this, Dr. Carter." He assured me, and I responded with a determined smile, turning towards the door and approaching it.

The moment I stepped into the cell, I was greeted by the scent of masculine sweat. I turned to see Damian doing intense push-ups. I noticed a table had been properly placed for this session, and I approached it, setting down my bag and taking my seat while I watched him continue his workout.

After a few minutes, he stood up from the push-ups and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his toned physique.

To say Damian was attractive felt like an understatement. He exuded a dangerous charisma that was hard to ignore.

"Agent Thompson is getting clever, I must say." His voice was deep and commanding, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

"Mr. Russo, please have a seat. Let's begin this session," I said firmly, refusing to be intimidated.

"Intriguing," he mused, eyeing me with amusement. "I assume they haven't told you everything about me."

"I believe I know enough. You're Damian Russo, Chicago's top financial criminal. Your network is unprecedented in this city. I'm well-informed about your activities," I replied coolly.

He made his way to the chair, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he sat down with an air of authority.

"I suppose they conveniently left out the part where seven other therapists before you met unfortunate ends." I gasped at this revelation, instinctively glancing at the camera.

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