He doesn't. He never has.
"I don't want you," he says, voice rough. "But I won't let them have you either."
I stand in front of the floor-length mirror in my empty room, my reflection a ghost in a designer nightgown I didn't choose. My hair is longer now — dark waves down my back, the same obsidian black as the night he first rejected me. My eyes are hollow. Once, they were warm. Once, I thought love could soften a cruel man.
He doesn't. He never has.
"I don't want you," he says, voice rough. "But I won't let them have you either." La Esposa Rechazada del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu...
I stand in front of the floor-length mirror in my empty room, my reflection a ghost in a designer nightgown I didn't choose. My hair is longer now — dark waves down my back, the same obsidian black as the night he first rejected me. My eyes are hollow. Once, they were warm. Once, I thought love could soften a cruel man. He doesn't