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His Unwanted Fiancée Was His True Savior

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 901    |    Released on: 03/12/2025

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name on the resignation letter. The ink looke

gnature of Nina Fo

's dirty work, disguised as a premier trauma center. I had spent five years

dministrator. He blinked,

e dropping to a nervous whisper

said sharply. "And he wi

icago felt heavy, like it was pressing down on my lung

tment, the silence I had ca

. Designer bags with gold hard

l was

sofa, scrolling through his phone. Isobel was leaning

owing, even. The sea a

back,"

frowned at the emp

ases?" he asked.

voice flat. "The cleaner is com

vincing, but because he didn't care enough

s a sharp, predatory smile

azing with the itinerary. We even found this litt

nds nice,

. He stood up, adjusting his cuffs. "To cel

ired,

t a reque

voice he used when he gave orders to h

't be jealous. It's just dinner. Unles

hand on her

be rude to her, Nina. She is c

a black dress. It felt appropr

too dim and the menus didn't have prices. Dante sat at the h

ter app

't even op

No heavy sauces, nothing acidic. She has acid

gaze passing over me

od Risotto. It's the sp

r nodded

hands were folded in

el, continuing a sto

" I sai

e was laughing at so

an

t me, annoy

eat the

lways complaining

k," I said. "I'm al

le went

eyes wide with fake sympathy

d at the empty space where the wa

when?"

up. I carry an EpiPen in my purse. You watche

y trying to surface, but it was b

ggers. He knew her ovulation cyc

is fiancée could die

muttered. He looke

said. "I'm not

d my ch

in my purse. I

as J

right there

el

team is set for the 20th. That's four days from now. You need to be at the airp

ing water for Isobel, making s

decades. And in that moment, the last te

e, Julia

the husband?

im right i

said into the phone, my voice

head sna

eaving?"

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His Unwanted Fiancée Was His True Savior
His Unwanted Fiancée Was His True Savior
“I was standing in five thousand dollars of hand-stitched lace when I received the medical report. My fiancé, Dante de Rossi, the future Don of Chicago, had gotten another woman pregnant. He didn't apologize. He didn't beg. He looked me in the eye and called it a "strategic necessity." "Isobel saved my life five years ago," he said coldly. "I owe her this child. You will raise it as your own. It is the price of the Peace Treaty." He forced me to cancel our engagement photos so he could take them with her. He took her on the vacation meant for our honeymoon. At dinner, he ordered me the seafood risotto, completely forgetting my deadly shellfish allergy, while fussing over Isobel's water temperature. When I tried to leave, he cornered me. "You are a mob wife, Nina. Act like one. She is the hero who saved me." I wanted to laugh. Because five years ago, in that alley, Isobel wasn't even there. I was the one in the mask. I was the one who stitched his femoral artery and saved his life, risking my own medical license. He was destroying our twenty-year relationship to pay a debt to a liar. I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply picked up a red marker and walked to the calendar. On the day of our wedding, while Dante stood at the altar waiting for his obedient Queen, I was already boarding a one-way flight to the other side of the world. I left him nothing but four words scrawled across the date: "Let's break up, Dante."”
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