The Mafia Don’s Broken Wife Chapter 06

The Mafia Don’s Broken Wife Chapter 06

“Lila, you don’t get to divorce me.”

He turned to his assistant. “Keep searching. Track that radio signal.”

He jumped into the car and sped off.

For some reason, I couldn’t leave his side.

I had no choice but to follow him.

Kyle slammed the gas.

I sat in the passenger seat and, out of instinct, said, “Slow down.”

Then it hit me-I was just a ghost now.

He couldn’t hear me.

My eyes fell on the ring on his finger.

Beneath it, engraved, was Elara’s initial.

That was always how he was-loving someone else while pretending to care about me, keeping me

hanging on, thinking we could fix everything.

Kyle stormed into our home-or rather, my home.

At some point, it had become nothing more than a hotel to him.

He’d drop by when he felt like it, then leave just as quickly.

I cried.

I screamed.

I stayed up all night waiting for him.

He never cared.

He was busy being with Elara.

When I burned with a high fever, he was dining in upscale restaurants with her.

When my career was destroyed and the world called me a prostitute, he spent a fortune turning her

into an A-list star.

When I went to prenatal checkups alone, he was buying her an apartment downtown.

He only came to me when he lost a bet.

And every single time, it was a disaster for me.