The Mafia Husband Fell for a Bar Hostess

The officer told me my husband had been brought into the station during a vice raid in Chicago.

For a moment, I could not process it.

By the time I arrived at the downtown precinct and saw the tear-streaked woman Ethan was holding in his arms, something inside me went quiet.

Suddenly, none of it felt worth it anymore.

I walked up to him.

Ethan instinctively stepped in front of the woman, as if to shield her, and opened his mouth to explain.

I slapped him across the face.

"Ethan."

"You disgust me."