The Mafia's Bride: Reborn in Humiliation

missive placation. "Elena, don't make a scene. Sophia's frail right now. The master bedroom's mattress is Nevoria

said? You chose that mattress for my spine because of my childhood injury. You picked warm yellow wall light

his eyes, his voice growing heavy. "Elena, now's not the ti

ter's dead. You forced me to apologize to her killer. No

ay kept their heads down,

hadows on Vincent's face. He stayed silent,

stepped back, lock

me a "flower shop whore" at a family gathering, Vincent banished him from the b

nce of pain I fel

scorn. "You want my bedroom? What's next? Handing over my husb

"Elena, how could you say that? Vincent and I

his patience thinning. "

s he passed me, his voice low. "Elena, don't push

it

by an icy hand, the pa

once broken,

r love. No compensa

ced back, her smile smug and moc

ncent following, not s

sed door, as if all our warmth had

but I felt frozen, like I'd fallen

ood there before turning sl

low lights, no lily-scented ca

he cold sheets, and laughed.

, crumbled so easily before p

t fail

aring at the haggard

vain. Sophia, Vincent, I'll take back

clouds, the estate silent e

naive, soft

as a ghost drive

ough this darkness, and use thei