Blue Blood in My Veins
It's my seventh anniversary with Chase McGregor, the most ruthless mafia head in the North.
I hide in his car's trunk while holding a pregnancy report. In my other hand, I hold a limited-edition watch that I've prepared for him. I want to surprise him and tell him we're about to have a child.
To my surprise, I hear something that devastates me.
"Chase, you're not really going to marry Daphne, are you? Lucille Gervais wants to marry you. As long as you do that, the North Sea's shipping routes, cargo operations, and drug trade will come under your control."
"Help me set up a date with her. I'll break up with Daphne."
My breathing hitches. I want to hear Chase object to this or show even the slightest bit of hesitation, but none of it comes. The pregnancy report slips from my fingers.
I once thought he would be the father of my children; I thought we would have a happy family together. Now, my dream has been shattered.