Reborn Wife: Shipping My Husband With His Lover
A cold flash glinted between my fingers as I pressed the tiny blade hidden there against his throat.
To my shock, it was Antonio.
He stared intently at me, and suddenly, he burst out laughing. "Even if you really killed me, I'd accept it."
My stomach churned, nausea and hatred twisting together.
"Antonio, we're divorced. Get out of my life. I don't want to see you again," I said icily.
But he ignored me and leaned closer, letting the blade draw a line of blood across his skin. "Come back with me, Valentina. Let's start over. The casino can't function without its lady of the house, and I can't live without you."