Vessel, Not Wife

Mafia Romance14 chaptersOngoing

Chapter 1 Nine months of carrying his baby. Thirty-six hours of labor. And the first person my husband called was not me—it was her. I lay in the hospital bed, soaked in sweat, trembling, my newborn daughter screaming against my chest, and I heard him in the hallway, laughing into his phone. "Yeah, it's done. A girl." A pause. "I know, I wanted a boy too. We'll try again—not with her, obviously." The nurse adjusting my IV froze. Her eyes met mine, filled with a pity so raw it burned worse than the stitches between my legs. I should explain how I ended up here—twenty-six years old, married to one of the most powerful men in Chicago, delivering a baby I'd been told would "save my marriage." My name is Olivia. Eighteen months ago, I was a nursing student working double shifts at a diner on the South Side. I lived in a studio apartment the size of most people's closets and ate ramen four nig

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