Married to the Mafia Boss I Slept With (Champagne Venom)

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divorced, broke

ew possessions I decided to take with me are now stuffed in that overpriced black hole. I'm not even

too much

ing numb with cold, as night slowly falls around me. I'm staring at the pizzeria across the street. The Crimson Orchid, it's called, according

y dollars left to my name, and I'm not about to spend a third

too good to be true in the last few days. When your marriage turns out to be a sham a

uit of nasty thoughts that has held me captive since I came home to find out

ke, This is

ou should have s

rve every single bit of

my house. My mama always told me that a woman oughta keep a 'Break in Case of Emer

right-a red alert, five-chili-pepper, all-hands-on-deck emergency. But there's not much

ll times. I wish you were here, Clara, I murmu

ttention on the meager list of

enough, the salary is actually fai

too far from the office building, though th

ly a three. I'm still out a husband an

s a few concerned stares from passersby. Great, I'm that chick now-th

do next. The past is a no-go, the future is a disaster-in-waiting, and the present just straight up

won't be so eas

hat buying a pizza isn't the worst idea in the world. There're eight slices to a pie, so if I eat two and

iscally resp

let there

hubbub of activity in the kitchen, but the only other person in th

makes me feel like I'm two inche

that might just be my hunger playing tricks on me. "I'd like

le do, right? They sit

to homelessness and already fo

bor the point, but it's only been two days into this nightmare-and yet I feel lik

need to focus on th

enu under his arm and stalks away with a stiff neck a

able two-top right by the kitchen doors. He thrusts the menu into my hands.

m the moment I'm gone. I'm too busy

rich marinara sauce, still simmering with the charcoal smoke of the fires. Sundried tomatoes and fresh goat cheese form a smooth, tangy blend

Almighty,

ty, like he's catching me looking at porn in public, but I can't help how

I've had b

en close it with a sigh. My stomach is

es back over. "Well

pperoni pizza," I

nu like it'll let me taste some of the dishes I can't allow myself to order. Pollo e funghi and

m doing that a lot lately, like so

, but I'm no damsel.

cruel to women who wai