He Saved Her, I Lost Our Child

For three years, I kept a secret ledger of my husband's sins.

A point system to decide exactly when I would leave Blake Santos, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago.

I thought the final straw would be him forgetting our anniversary dinner to comfort his "childhood friend," Ariana.

I was wrong.

The real breaking point came when the restaurant ceiling collapsed.

In that split second, Blake didn't look at me. He dove to his right, shielding Ariana with his body, leaving me to be crushed under a half-ton crystal chandelier.