She Returned: A Mafia Boss's Nightmare

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e stood by the window, his back to me, his voice a low murmur into his phone. His attention wa

last to know. The thought was so b

phone and turning to face me. His brow furrowed

my voice devoid of inflection.

is jaw tightening. "My life with her i

ical pain, sharp and clean, had cauterized the last of my

nd, liberating release. I would endure this-this life, this marriage-

lway, his phone already pressed to his ear. Through the glass, I could see the gentle curve of

me in a cold, empty hallway: You will never be enough for him. Y

was

entire waterfront restaurant-a glittering jewe

a will be upset?" I asked

ame tonight," he snap

was instant and cold. It was the same one from the gossip magazines-the gift Isa

d my wrist. He visibly relaxed, pleased

A cascade of falling stars painted silver streaks across the velvet-black

what we'd lost. I was about to thank him-to offer a si

la stood silhouetted in the doorway, her face a mess of tears,

, her trembling finger aimed str