Divorce, Mafia Princess Style
CherFeel-Good StoryMelodramaticPlot TwistsGirl PowerCEOIndependenceWinning Back the WifeFace Slapping
I'd been gone three months, growing our turf.
Came home to find some chick in my robe, on my couch, sipping my wine.
I called security. Lesson time.
Then Damon—my husband, who only mattered because he married me—jumped in front of her.
"It was a drunken mistake. She's just some poor girl. You're not seriously gonna flip over this, right?"
I slapped him.
"A trophy like you thinks he gets a say now?"
Instead of shutting up, he asked for a divorce. For her.
Cool. I said yes.
He thought ditching me meant freedom. What he didn't get? Without me, he was nobody.
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