The Return Of The Ex Wife (The New Mafia Queen)

's the only way for me to become the next b

simply announced that he had to divorce her. Just like that. No hesitation. No remorse. Their love, th

ve that she dropped out, defied her mother, and turned her back on her family to be with him.

for me till then, okay?" He didn't even look at her as he said it. Then

. She refused to let this happen

er lungs, *"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! DO YOU HAV

pun around and-crack!-his palm struck her

et a divorce. I don't care what you do after. If you don't want to

hood-the man she had given up everything to be with-crushed her without a s

arried Laith. She had no family and no friends. No safety net. For the first

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apers finally signed. She felt numb. She cried a

e passed her on the courthouse steps, and it fi

ve mean noth

they've been through together, how

known as the delinquent, the troublemaker, the bad boy. But she didn't care. She was blinded by love,

before her eyes as he walked away

e and her future. And t

inside her

s path. He gave her a cold loo

st time. "Is this really what you want? Do you want our

still so naive. Don't you get it? I want power. Yo

to hear it-she needed to hear the truth, to hear the words comin

footsteps fading, she for

e you regret this. I'll mak

ination in mind. The world blurred around her-streetlights smeared into streaks, the sounds of the city fa

decided to keep going through the pain, the betraya

ld become stronger. She would claw her way back from this ruin, and when she did, sh

e to the night itself. This wasn't the end. It was the beginning. Her hands clenched into fists, nails biting into her palms