Thirteen Days Until Freedom

“Dominic, when are you going to divorce her? You promised me.”

“Soon, baby. She’s still grieving our dead daughter.”

That was how I found out.

Dominic—the man the underworld feared, the one who once swore I was his forever—was sleeping with his best friend’s sister.

Not once. Not secretly.

In our bed. On our couch. Even beside the anniversary gifts he gave me with a smile.

And when I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch.

He slipped a diamond bracelet onto my wrist like nothing had changed.

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

To the world, Dominic is the perfect husband.