The Wife He Left for Dead
I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister.
He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody."
Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood.
I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her.
All she had was a scraped knee.
The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it.
I just watched. Said nothing.
Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother.
"Mom, I need to come home."