The Surgeon Who Should Have Been A Stranger

Synopsis

I lay bare on the C-section table, quietly savoring the brilliance of my "keep the baby, discard the father" plan. Ten months ago, I chose the target, took Chandler away, and finished everything in a single night. 'It's perfect. If the baby inherited Chandler's features, the child would be beautiful no matter the gender.' "You really thought this through. Using a baby to climb your way up." That voice. That deep, sinful baritone. It shocked me so much I nearly pushed through the anesthesia. The next second, the very eyes I had been daydreaming about appeared above a blue surgical mask as Chandler approached with a scalpel in hand. He walked to the space between my legs as if he belonged there. 'What is happening right now? Wasn't this supposed to be clean and simple? Baby kept, father gone? Why is the child here, yet the father standing right in front of me?'