The Woman Who Erased Her Marriage

For twenty-five years, I was the wife of a syndicate don in all but name—standing beside Viktor Devereux while he built an empire I was never truly part of.

On our anniversary, I asked for something simple.

“A trip to the Crimson Coast. Just the two of us.”

He didn’t even look up from his papers.

“Don’t be sentimental, Vivienne. At your age, you should understand how this works. Seraphina does.”

Seraphina. My cousin. The woman he once dismissed—now the one he openly brought into his inner circle.

That night, I saw the sealed invitation.