"The Don's rejected wife. So easy to take. So easy to break."
He pulls a folded piece of paper from his jacket and tosses it onto my bed. La Esposa Rechazada del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu...
I almost laugh. His problem? I've been his problem for three years. The rejected wife. The bargaining chip. The ghost who haunts his hallways, invisible unless needed for a photo op or a family dinner where I must smile and pretend he comes to my bed at night. "The Don's rejected wife
I stand in front of the floor-length mirror in my empty room, my reflection a ghost in a designer nightgown I didn't choose. My hair is longer now — dark waves down my back, the same obsidian black as the night he first rejected me. My eyes are hollow. Once, they were warm. Once, I thought love could soften a cruel man. I almost laugh
His thumb brushes my cheekbone. Gentle. Almost tender.
Four words. That's already more than his monthly average.