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~~ Hazel’s POV ~~I walked into Damon’s home office with the divorce papers shaking in my hands. My heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it. The room smelled like leather, whiskey, and that expensive cologne he always wore. Two of his guards waited just outside the door, guns visible under their jackets. This house had never felt like home. It had always felt like a cage.I took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes.“I want a divorce, Damon,” I said quietly. “I’ve already signed. Just sign yours so we can end this.”For a second, he just stared at me like he didn't believe what he'd just heard. Then he leaned back in his chair and started laughing. That low, cruel laugh that used to make me feel so small.“Three years,” he said, still chuckling. “Three whole fucking years, Hazel. I have asked you for a divorce more times than I can count. Every single time you cried. You begged. You said you loved me. You said you would wait. And now… now you suddenly want o

I couldn’t stay downstairs anymore.After I heard the woman’s laugh at the front door, I locked myself in the guest room and cried until my eyes were swollen. The woman was one of his hook-up girls.Damon never came to check on me. I mean he never did. By evening I was losing my mind, it was past nine o'clock but he wasn't home yet.Where was he?Was he with her?That question kept eating at me until I couldn’t breathe. Part of me was still the worried wife who had spent three years checking if he was safe. The other part just needed to know who this woman was. Who had finally made Damon act like a man in love.So I did something stupid.I got dressed in a simple black dress, grabbed one of the spare cars, and drove to The Velvet Room. The underground club where most of the mafia families handled their business. It was a neutral and dangerous ground. But I knew he went there when he wanted to relax with his friends.The bouncer recognized me immediately. “Mrs. Moretti,” he said with a

I stood frozen in the middle of the living room as the footsteps got closer. My heart was beating so loud it drowned out everything else. Miss Mia gave me one last worried look before she quietly slipped toward the kitchen, leaving me alone.Damon walked in first.He had his arm around her waist. The same way I had dreamed he would hold me one day. She was laughing softly at something he whispered in her ear. Her blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. She looked beautiful. Happy. Like she belonged here.It really was Melissa.My greedy stepsister.The girl who had grown up with me after my father married her mother. The one I had shared my secrets with. The one I had cried to about Damon for years. She knew everything about me, everything about my life in this loveless marriage.And now she was here in his arms. In our house, as what? His mistress or his new wife?Damon’s eyes met mine across the room and for a second I saw his face flash with something that looked like…Surpr

I dragged my two heavy suitcases down the long hallway, the wheels making a sad sound against the marble floor. Every step away from that house felt both freeing and terrifying. I had no plan. I had no money. I had nowhere to go. But I kept walking because i couldn’t stay another minute in this shitty house without killing someone. My phone started ringing as I reached the mansion gates. It was my father. I answered with a tired, broken voice. “Dad…” “Hazel,” he said, his tone sharp and impatient. “Come to the house immediately. We need to talk about this divorce situation. You can’t just make decisions like this without consulting the family.” Some small, stupid part of me still hoped they would support me. So I went. The taxi ride to my father’s mansion was one hell of a ride. When I finally arrived, both my father and stepmother were waiting for me in the formal living room. Their faces were cold. Angry. I stood in front of them, still holding the handle of my suitcase like