That Glance Was Enough
At the family meeting, my mafia Don husband spared his secretary one glance. I turned and walked away, canceled our wedding anniversary celebration, and decided I was done with him.
I signed my name on the divorce papers I had prepared long ago.
When Matteo Santoro saw the agreement, he called me at once, his voice tight with restrained anger.
"What are you trying to pull this time? Is this really because I looked at Elena?"
"Yes," I said. "Because you looked at her."