Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
His fingers fall away from my face, and I ache over the loss. I want him near me. Pressed against me. His body shielding me from the storm to come. But he can see it’s the thing I need most from him right now, and for that reason, he denies me.
I call after him as he turns and walks away, but he doesn’t answer—because this is my punishment. Liars don’t get their husband’s warmth.
He leaves the suite and shuts the door behind him, and that echo feels like a blunt knife to the heart. It’s a painful foreboding of our future.
As I lie back down and curl into myself, a solitary tear rolls down my face. I tell myself not to cry. I’ve already grieved this loss. I’ve been grieving it for years. But this time, it doesn’t work.
I fall into a pit of despair and release my pain.
I wake up with a puffy face and a headache bordering on a migraine. I feel terrible, but I rally and get ready for work, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Angelo didn’t come back last night, and I don’t know where he was.
I underestimated how triggering this feeling might be. How many times did I watch my mother wait up for my father to return, only to see him stumble in days later, reeking of booze and cheap perfume? She wasn’t alone in that. Over the years, I’ve observed the same pattern in countless marriages. I’ve heard the stories. I’ve watched women turn into shells of their former selves—constantly chasing the fountain of youth, the latest diet, the best surgeons. The problem is, they aren’t the problem, and deep down they know it. But what’s the alternative? They’re just supposed to accept that their husbands will be unfaithful for the rest of their lives?
That’s the world we live in. Divorces are rarely done in The Society, and those who do are typically shunned. In the Cosa Nostra? You may as well sign your death certificate.
When we first got engaged, I thought things would be different with Angelo. I knew him to be a man of integrity, loyalty, and devotion. He was raised by a father who loved their mother unconditionally, and Angelo once told me he wanted a marriage like theirs. But that was before.
Before prison.
Before my betrayal.
Before everything was ruined.
He didn’t return as the same man who’d left. He married me for revenge, and I’d be a fool to think he’d let that go so easily. Things may have been good between us yesterday, but now, everything has changed.
I close my eyes and try to rein in my emotions. I need to pull it together.
Somehow, I manage to prepare myself for the day, slipping back into the mask I’m so used to wearing. But, apparently, I still look terrible. When I bump into Nonna in the primary kitchen, she frowns.
“You look pale, tesoro.” She presses the back of her palm to my forehead. “Are you unwell?”
“No.” I force a smile for her benefit. “I’m just tired. Is Angelo here?”
She shakes her head. “I haven’t seen him this morning. Come, I made breakfast.”
“I can’t today, Nonna,” I tell her. “I have to get to work.”
“You need to eat,” she insists. “For the bambino.”
She offers me an encouraging smile when I swallow, and I realize that everyone in this house will be wondering the same thing every time they look at me now. Is she pregnant yet? Has she done what’s required of her?
I know it’s not their fault. None of us agreed to this treaty that we’re all bound by. It was passed down through inheritance. But the weight of that responsibility makes it hard to breathe.
“Nonna, I have to go.” I kiss her on the cheek and ignore her protests as I head for the door at warp speed.
Outside, I find Nicky and all five of my guards already waiting for me.
“We’ll escort you to work today,” Nicky tells me.
I nod and follow them to the waiting car, and then onto the water taxi that takes us into the city. Usually, I’d spend the commute preparing for work. But today, I find myself zoning out for the entire ride.
Nobody bothers me, and when we reach the city, the entire fleet of guards follows me into work. I don’t miss the strange glances from passersby. This building is exclusive to members of IVI-owned businesses, and they’re familiar with security protocols, but even to them, this is overkill.
Thankfully, when we reach my office floor, Nicky directs the guards to disperse to their posts. I feel like I can breathe a little easier when he performs a sweep of my office and gives me the all-clear.
“I don’t suppose you’ll tell me where my husband is?” I ask.
“Don’t know.” Nicky shrugs. “Haven’t seen him.”