The Day the Don’s Heiress Lost Her Womb Chapter 10

The Day the Don’s Heiress Lost Her Womb Chapter 10 A New Life

A year passed.

At the World Medical Summit in an Alpine lakeside city, I walked up to receive the Medical Breakthrough of the Year Award.

The hall was full.

Doctors, researchers, and medical leaders from all over the world rose to applaud.

The therapy my team built had saved me first.

Now, it was saving millions of patients with late-stage cancer.

A door once thought sealed by death had been opened.

I held the trophy and looked at the crowd.

My heart was quiet.

In my speech, I left the past where it belonged.

I did not say Kane’s name.

I did not speak of the winter, the surgery, or the years I had almost wasted.

I thanked my team.

I thanked Professor Thorne.

I thanked every person who had stood beside me when I had almost no time left.

After the ceremony, I stepped outside.

Sunlight poured over the stone steps, warm and bright.

Professor Thorne handed me a glass of champagne.

“Well done, Elena. You earned every second of this.”

I took the glass and looked up.

The sky was a clean, endless blue.

A soft breeze brushed through my hair, carrying the scent of flowers from somewhere nearby.

After Kane’s death, Ravenport’s underworld changed hands.

The new Godfather was his former second-in-command, the man who had once fought beside him through life and death.

Not long after taking power, he came to Eastbridge himself.

He apologized.

Then he promised the Wood family would never appear in my life again.

Before he left, he gave me a small box.

Kane’s personal effects.

Inside lay the birthday gift I had given Kane three years earlier.

A silver necklace with a tiny cross pendant.

I kept it.

Then I put it in the back of a drawer and never opened the box again.

The girl who had once handed over her whole life for love was gone,

She had died in that winter rain.

She had given up her dream for a man who never deserved it.

She had lost three years.

She had nearly lost everything.

But I was still here.

And now, my life finally belonged to me.

I had work I loved.

A mentor I trusted.

Colleagues who had fought beside me.

A future no one else could take away.

I no longer needed anyone’s permission to live.

I no longer had to depend on someone else’s mercy.

I could save myself.

I could choose myself.

The pain behind me could scatter with the wind.

The road ahead was long.

This time, I would keep walking.

For myself.