Divorcing The Mafia King
He looked at me.
“Elena.”
“Get out.”
I raised my voice.
“Leave.”
For a moment, I thought he would argue but instead, he turned around and walked away.
The door closed behind him and the room became quiet and then I stared at the divorce papers.
Then I sat on the bed and cried.
Hours passed, I didn’t know how long but by evening, I couldn’t stay in the mansion anymore.
I needed answers, I needed to see her, I needed to know what kind of woman could destroy my marriage just by coming back.