My Mafia Husband Thought, I Was Innocent
Every tear I shed feeds his ego.
Every whimper, his pride.
Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me.
He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined.
And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again.
He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand.
Thinks I’m nothing without him.
A fragile wife, meek, obedient.
A weakness he never needed.
I let him believe it.
I never tried to break the illusion.
As long as I have his hands on me,
As long as his shadows reach for me,
That’s enough.
But in the dark, daggers roam.
And with every sound my heels make,
they fall.
He still thinks I’m glass,
But he hasn’t heard me shatter.