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Too Late, Mr. Mafia: The Surgeon He Discarded

Chapter 3

Word Count: 791 | Released on: Today at 19:00

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taking a step toward me with eye

ered, her voice thick with a feigned conc

replied, without turning to look at her

collarbone. I walked right past her and strai

nd hit my face; it was freezing, bu

tents of my coat pocket: a crumpled twent

money I had lef

ve sent me into a panic. Today, howev

find Dr. T

le. He had once sent me a letter begging me to return to medicine. Back then, I w

llar tight as I walked to the station and bought a one

smelled of old cof

he window, my thoughts drifted to Dante

rom my mind. He belonged to

With barely three dollars left, my stomach ached with hung

rk streets until the towering iron gates o

found an elderly gatekeeper sit

ed on t

window open

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squinting in the dim light bef

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he recognized me, b

avy rotary phone on his desk, dia

receiver, then slammed it

, his voice thick with emotion. "Building four. D

nd a hot lump for

four. I climbed the stairs to his door, but before my knu

ched with age, and his hair, which used to be a

y cheap coat and my

dened with u

his voice rough with emotion.

fixed on the worn floorboards of his hallway, the sham

ered, the words raw with a desperate re

over to his heavy oak desk and s

t damn time

ks of medical texts from his shelves, slamm

s eyes burning with a fi

tification exams," he demanded, pointing a trembl

ooks, a small smile finally b

nd for the first time in two lifetim

ng chapter of my past was about to li

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Too Late, Mr. Mafia: The Surgeon He Discarded

Winnie Suchoff Mafia

“I was the wife of Dante Cavalli, the most ruthless mafia Don in the country. But today, his Underboss slid mandatory annulment papers across my hospital bed, ordering me to dissolve our marriage. In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged them not to abandon me. I spent the next thirty years locked in Dante's massive penthouse, waiting for a man who bathed the streets in blood but never gave me a single drop of warmth. My aristocratic mother-in-law stripped me of every cent, leaving me completely isolated. I foolishly threw away a brilliant surgical career to be a submissive, obedient mafia wife. In the end, Dante never came to see me, and I died entirely alone in that massive, empty bed. Until my last breath, my chest was suffocated by a lifetime of regrets. I couldn't understand why I had sacrificed my freedom and my scalpels for a man who would only feel a twisted guilt decades after I was already a cold corpse. Opening my eyes again, Fate had dragged me back to the exact day my nightmare truly began. Matteo stood at the foot of my bed, clearly expecting my usual pathetic tears. "Take your time to think about it." This time, I didn't cry or beg for my life. I just picked up the fountain pen, signed my name, and walked out to reclaim the scalpel I had abandoned.”