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The Mafia Boss's Fiancée Threw Hot Coffee at the Shy Pregnant Waitress—What He Did Next Was Shocking Chloe Hartwell was still gasping from the pain of hot coffee searing her skin. Victoria Ashford was still laughing at the pregnant waitress she'd just humiliated. And Sebastian Caruso the mafia boss who had walked in expecting to have breakfast with his fiancée, stood frozen in the doorway of Sterling Café, processing a scene that would end an engagement, destroy a woman's life, and resurrect a secret he thought he'd buried seven months ago. But that collision came later. Three hours earlier, Chloe had woken to her alarm at five in the morning with her lower back screaming and her ankles already swollen before her feet touched the floor. Six months pregnant. Single. Working doubles when her body begged for rest because the rent came due whether she could stand or not. She dressed in the dark of her cramped studio apartment. The only sounds were her own breathing and the groan of old pipes in the walls. No partner sleeping beside her. No family to call. Just Chloe and the life growing inside her a baby she would protect with everything she had left. The subway ride to Sterling Café took forty minutes. She stood the entire way because sitting meant struggling to stand again when her stop came. Around her, Manhattan commuters buried their faces in phones and newspapers. Nobody offered their seat to a pregnant woman at five forty five in the morning. Nobody saw her at all. That invisibility followed her through the café's back entrance at six fifteen. She tied her apron over her expanding middle, wincing as the strings dug into her hips. The other servers offered sympathetic smiles, but no real help. Tips were tips. Tables were territory. Pregnant or not, Chloe was on her own. If this satisfies your soul, smash that like button. Share it with someone who needs to hear this story. And subscribe because what happens next will leave you breathless. ⚠️ DISCLAIMER: Welcome to Healing Mafia Romance. This channel features original fictional stories created for entertainment and emotional storytelling. Fictional Content: All characters, names, organizations, and events depicted are products of imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-world situations is purely coincidental. Creative Direction: While AI technology may assist with visuals or narration, all scripts, storytelling, and creative direction are entirely human-led and curated. Thematic Note: Our narratives are for dramatic purposes only and do not condone or promote any form of illegal activity.