The Mafia Boss Kidnapped the Wrong Bride and Refused to Give Her Back After Seeing What Her Family Had Done
Part 2: Maeve stared at the concrete floor.
“A car accident.”
“That wasn’t the impact.”
“No. It was the fire afterward.”
He waited.
Maeve had spent twelve years reducing that night to a few sentences because people rarely wanted the truth. They wanted an inspirational story they could admire briefly before changing the subject.
“My sister was trapped,” she said. “The passenger door had collapsed around her. I climbed through the back seat and pulled her out.”
“The sister who was supposed to be in this chair?”
“Yes.”
“The bride?”
Maeve nodded.
“The fuel line ruptured before I got clear.”
Declan’s jaw tightened.
“Did she survive without injuries?”
“She had a fractured wrist and a cut near her hairline.”
“And you?”
“Three months in a burn unit. Seventeen surgeries. Skin grafts. Physical therapy.”
The warehouse felt colder.
Declan picked up the robe and draped it around her shoulders. This time, his movements were careful.
Finn looked back. “Is she clean?”
Declan did not take his eyes from Maeve.
“Yes.”
“What’s the plan?”
Maeve prepared herself for the obvious answer. She was a mistake. A witness. A problem no one needed.
Declan pulled the robe closed over her chest.
“We keep her.”
Maeve looked up sharply. “Why?”
I Came Home Early From Germany on New Year’s Eve—My Family Was Vacationing While My Wife, 11 Days After a C-Section, Ate Cold Noodles Alone…
PART 2: I wanted answers immediately.
Instead, I took care of Claire first.
That was something I should have learned months earlier.
I bundled Lily into her carrier, helped Claire into a coat and called a car.
Twenty minutes later, we were at a private women’s hospital near downtown Chicago.
The doctor examined Claire’s incision and immediately ordered bloodwork.
He wasn't dramatic.
That somehow made his words worse.
“She’s dehydrated. She’s undernourished. Her incision shows inflammation, and her recovery has clearly been affected by excessive physical strain.”
I stared at the floor.
“How serious?”
“You brought her in at the right time.”
Claire squeezed my hand.
The doctor looked directly at me.
“After major abdominal surgery, she should not be caring for a newborn alone without proper nutrition or support.”
Shame burned through me.
I had earned enough money to give my wife anything she needed.
And yet she had been alone.
Because I trusted the wrong people.
Claire was admitted overnight.
Once she finally fell asleep, I sat beside Lily’s bassinet and opened my laptop.
First, I checked the household account.
The $9,500 I had transferred before Christmas was almost gone.
December 26: $1,870 airline purchase.
December 27: $2,300 resort deposit.
December 28: $740 luxury boutique.
December 29: $1,100 restaurant and entertainment charges.
December 30: $680 spa package.
There were no cleaning-service charges.
Almost no grocery purchases.
Nothing substantial for Claire.
Nothing for Lily.
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