The Iris Lie
Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared.
I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs.
I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left.
Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman.
Through a crack in the door, I saw him.
My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair.
"Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me."
In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family.
"What about your wife?" she purred.
"Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway."
My fists clenc
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