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He Never Loved Me,Until I Left

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Word Count: 561    |    Released on: Today at 19:16

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He Never Loved Me,Until I Left
He Never Loved Me,Until I Left
“For four years, I was the invisible, obedient wife of Zane, the most terrifying mafia Don in the city. Everyone believed I was just a pathetic placeholder. Then his first love, Scarlett, returned. Zane-a man who only handled top-tier Family business-personally stepped into a blood-feud to handle her extraction. Leaked photos showed him shielding her from the rain. At a restaurant, he completely ignored my existence while sitting across from her. Scarlett even cornered me, mocking my one-sided crush. "He only married you as a temporary measure," she sneered. "I want you to be prepared when he discards you." The entire syndicate laughed at my impending downfall. The lower-ranking associates, who had ruthlessly bullied me for years, openly mocked my thin blood and prepared to welcome their true Queen. I suffered through panic attacks in the crushing dark of our penthouse, vomiting until my throat was raw. I had endured their vicious abuse and his cold facade, foolishly craving the scraps of warmth he dropped behind him. Why was I always the indistinct shape in the corner of his life? I refused to wait for him to discard me on his own terms, so I coldly demanded a divorce. But instead of divorce papers, Zane left a thick, black dossier on his desk-meticulous blackmail material on every single associate who had ever made my life a living hell. I slipped into a midnight-black silk gown and headed to the syndicate's lavish wedding gala, ready to burn them all down.”