The Capo's Surgeon

Chapter 2

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The Capo's Surgeon

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“I was five months pregnant and the top underground surgeon for the Chicago mafia. On Christmas Eve, I was called in to perform an off-the-books C-section on a VIP patient. But through the operating room glass, I saw my mafia boss husband, Julian. He wasn't there for me. He was slamming his fists against the door, screaming in desperation for the bleeding mistress on my table. "I swear on my life I will marry you, Lyla. Just hold on." I delivered his illegitimate son while he completely ignored my existence, kissing her knuckles with a reverence I thought was mine alone. The nightmare didn't end there. When I returned to our cold penthouse, I had my prenatal vitamins tested. They were laced with black-market hormones designed to cause severe fetal deformities and force a late-term miscarriage. Julian, the man who once took a bullet for me and swore a blood oath to protect me, had been secretly poisoning our unborn child. His entire family had been covering up his four-year affair, praising the mistress while using me as a convenient shield. How could the fiercely protective husband I loved be the very monster plotting to destroy me from the inside out? The last shred of my affection for the Capo instantly turned to ash. I calmly booked a discreet termination, drafted ironclad annulment papers, and walked out to build my own empire. ---”