The Unwanted Wife He Broke In Rain

My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, forced me to kneel in the freezing mud to apologize to his mistress.

He believed her fake tears over my dignity.

While the icy rain soaked through my dress, a sharp, jagged cramp seized my body. I screamed for him, begging for help as I felt the life slipping out of me.

But Dante didn't move. He just lit a cigarette, his eyes cold as steel.

"Get up when you are ready to learn respect," he said.

He walked inside with her, locking the door and leaving me to bleed out in the storm.