A CEO Lost Everything After Betraying His Mafia Wife
The past, the pain, the scars—all of it seemed to dissolve in that moment, washed away by the warm sea breeze and the sincerity in his gaze.
"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, Asher. I'll marry you."
He slipped a simple silver band onto my finger—nothing flashy, nothing expensive. But I liked it.
We got married on a small island. Blue skies, turquoise waters, just the two of us, a priest, and our chubby orange tabby who had grown twice its original size.
There were no cameras, no crowds. Just laughter, vows, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
Weeks later, I was lying in a hotel room when I scrolled past a headline. "Reed Group in Turmoil—CEO Julian Reed Loses Control, Company on Brink