You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Disappear

On our fifth anniversary, my husband Dante gave me a unique gift: he burned my business to the ground.

Why? Because a shopkeeper had been rude to Sofia, the fragile ward he swore to protect.

While I waited in our penthouse, he was comforting her in front of the flames.

But that was just the beginning.

When I finally snapped and confronted Sofia for mocking our marriage, she cut her own arm and screamed for help.

Dante didn't hesitate. He shot me.

He put a bullet through my hand to save her.