The Pregnancy I Faked, His Empire I’ll Break
“Obey you?”
I laughed, a wild, triumphant sound.
I pulled out a Zippo. In front of everyone, with Consigliere Vito as my witness, I took our marriage vows from the nightstand.
“I, Marcella of House Rossi, declare this marriage broken.”
Then, I lit the corner of the contract we signed at the altar.
The flames licked at the paper, consuming our fathers’ names, our vows, our history.
I watched it burn until the ashes tasted like freedom.
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