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ress to finally formalize m
heir, foolishly believing our arrange
ration, I saw a private post from
ing white roses for her, wit
ng me up, do
ows, citing urgent syndicate bus
me, letting his crew mock our marriage as a fak
me a photo of him sleepin
onizing pain, realizing I was
riously, while he threw me away the sec
packed my bags and went to an und
out of the shadows to sign my medical papers, he l
er my prote
ay forever, leaving Marco to
pte
a P
before the Consigliere, my thumb stilled its idle scrolling over my phone's screen. It had frozen on a new post, a piece of
syndicate signet, the heavy gold pinky ring, was conspicuously absent, and the capti
s seemed to thicke
or running through my fingers that made th
photo was unmi
ry callous built from years of hand
orcer in our syndicate, and a m
had dropped to one knee on the
heirloom ring, the heavy diam
arnest devotion, asking me to turn our contract
what I thought was joy, now
l's hope, that his heart h
ed canary, a careful performance that had somehow, without my
enience, arranged to appease the Don and
lders that we had eloped, delaying the gran
e, the forced proximity had blossomed
uld cook
ctive mafia husband, scolding me for eating
seriously, he had kissed me with brui
it se
as currently hiding a secret in
nths pregnant
after we received the official blessi
g in the treacherous landscape of h
his phone
tter from his Capo, and postponed our registra
lling coldness, leaving me st
no, the fact of his betrayal settled not l
ious beauty from our
ssly for three years, earning him the mockin
city, and I had
t the pla
ack of my throat, and I had to swal
ite, my steps unnaturall
pregnancy report I had hi
thumb rubbing unconsciously over t
ny, irretrievable pieces and
street, sitting alone at the massive dining
ate pressed down on me
one and typed a me
you comi
me back ten
running late, go t

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