The Surgeon’s Deadly Choice

Yet, a fierce ache seized my chest, as if my heart were being squeezed in a vise.

What is this? I’m a soul. How can I still feel my heart breaking?

I’m so sorry, my brothers. I blew our one chance to get out. I threw my life away…

Even having witnessed countless deaths, I couldn't bear to watch my men say their final farewells to the empty shell that was once "me."

I drifted away on a wave of guilt, drawn to Chad’s side like a moth to a flame.

He was standing guard over a still-trembling Camilla, staring blankly into the jungle beyond the base.

I leaned in close, gazing at his profile.

Years of constant battle had chiseled a cold, hard edge into his handsome features.

Early in the Colon family's expansion, he defied his father, the Don, who wanted him to be a traditional heir, and instead threw himself into the family’s most dangerous operations, patching up wounded soldati in a hail of bullets.

Later, he even graced the cover of a business magazine, hailed as a leader of his generation.

Reading his interview, my heart had fluttered. I made him my mission. I worked relentlessly, eventually becoming the chief strategist sent by the Brennan family to the Colon family.

At last, I could stand beside him as an equal.

Through countless battles fought side-by-side, we fell in love.

But who knew there was a sacred space in his heart reserved for someone else? Someone he called his "little sister."

She sowed chaos in our lives, turning his vows of love into the source of my deepest pain.

I desperately wanted to grab him by the hair and scream, Do you even care about her, or are you just making a fool out of me?

Just as the thought crossed my mind, Chad's gaze suddenly met mine, and for a heart-stopping moment, I thought he could see me.