No More Unloved Wife: The Mafia Queen Returns

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edia were flooded with photos, Edric in a black tuxedo, standing beside Bella, the woman who had once been h

ndependent businesswoman. Edric, of course, had used his v

lla, were more than eager to show their support for t

ollow Edric and Bella's every move. Those same friends never missed a chance

ose messages. She had always kno

, she refused

. Maybe it's

one he re

o something that

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he right dec

r. No d

ng like a woman begging

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rom Bella's

d every on

sses touch mid-toast. The way he smiled dow

n't dele

then sent them all to Edric,

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day onward,

usual way, cold, efficient, without drama, ye

ed how long it had been since she'd fel

lets a person finally hear

uild her world f

he window wide, letting th

n in one pile, Edric's shirts

ent. Just

eserved a quiet corner of their own, far fr

nized the shelves, the

lifted upright. In it, Edric was smiling

oment, then took the picture o

range lightness, as if a stone had

ushed off the dust. The wheels clicked softly

ses, some books, and a nearly empty bo

filled with their marriage papers, bank documents,

o a new envelope and wrote

Retu

of coffee, and the gold ring she

ill. No trembling, no pain. Only

ped her

lence, sharp and clean, a line

one last time, at the fragm

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ghts w

mained, its golden glow fallin

an to fall, the f

art, the storm ha

dless avoidance, sparked a dee

coward

her in the eye and spoken of divorce like a man. Y

und the envelope holding

you're too much of a cowar

her lips, one sharp