The Shattered Hand
I was a brilliant artist.
But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years.
Vincent promised he'd make me whole again.
Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could.
But my hand remained numb, useless.
Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world.
"Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!"
"But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good."
"I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!"
It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed
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