I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up.Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.]Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it. I needed to make sure our home was secure, prepare sufficient food and beverages, and send every guest home. I also needed to clean up the villa thoroughly after the party. I used to be willing to do so, thinking I was contributing to my family. However, I now understood that they did not care about anything I did.I had decided to leave, but I would fulfill my duties as a wife and a mother before I went.When my son, Jasper, came home with Maeve Leighton, I was in the kitchen instructing the housekeepers to decant the wine, grill the steaks, arrange the tableware, and set up the party hall.
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