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Shattered Vows: Escaping My Mafia Husband

Chapter 3

Word Count: 862 | Released on: 10/11/2026

orm was rag

my father needed a specialized armore

and tried to access th

e screen flashed. Enzo

my simmering hatred, di

background when he finally answe

ing. "I need the armored convoy. My fath

sound piercing straight through my

tic, Gemma." Enzo's

because you are locked out. Learn to re

efore I coul

be there before ten o'clock to sign

e no cabs

d flagged down a gypsy cab driver, offering him a th

, the reckless driver couldn'

van ran the

the cab's partition before I was eje

ing crack of my ribs echoing in m

eg as the bone fractured completely, and

iving hospital. Minutes later, paramedics loaded

ne. I needed him to dispatch the Syndicate's private trauma t

Enzo. D

again.

mes as the ambulance

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mma. Your tantrums a

ne wen

r in the emergency room, my ribs

consent forms with a pen that

through the ho

, looking immaculate an

battered face, my torn c

mask slipped, revealing a

quickly, his

o yourself just to d

my lap. It was leftover cake

t and dropped the hospital deb

r hundred thousand. Sign t

respond, a nurs

mination room, leaving Enzo a

d at my lab results, h

said softly. "I am so sorry. You suffered a co

echoed in my ears, completely

preg

wly moved to my banda

ound confirms it..." The doctor's voice sounded like it was com

n we

ed his arms around me from behi

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m. "I thought you hated p

voice impossibly tender. "O

ad been a tiny lif

dn't even k

be killed tonight in this

n father refused to a

ears

ing. It wrapped around my throat like a

h scraped from the

lood-stained m

of my bag, burying my unborn ch

f back out to t

table was empty. The p

Enzo lit u

ng her to get checked. Eat the cake and r

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“On our wedding day, my brother made a joke. "For every minute the groom is late, he pays five hundred dollars!" Enzo, the city's most feared mafia Don, was six minutes late. He laughed and handed over three thousand dollars in cash without blinking. Seeing his generosity, my father confidently entrusted my life to him. But the moment the wedding ring was on my finger, Enzo looked at me with a dark, chilling smile. "Your family likes this game, right?" he whispered coldly. "From now on, every minute you are late, I deduct five hundred dollars from your allowance." Year one: I was three minutes late to a Syndicate dinner. He deducted fifteen hundred dollars. Year two: I was twelve minutes late to my doctor's appointment. He deducted six thousand dollars. Year four: On our anniversary, my father suffered a massive brain hemorrhage. I rushed him to the hospital in the pouring rain and arrived at the restaurant forty minutes late. Enzo glanced at the cold steak on the table and smirked. "Twenty thousand dollars. It comes out of your account tomorrow." I didn't argue. I just nodded. When we got home, he carelessly tossed his tablet to me, asking me to check the parking fee. But the moment the screen unlocked, a new notification popped up. [Transferred $5,000 to Valentina. Memo: An apology for making you wait ten minutes.] My hands trembled as I opened his chat history. When she was one minute late for their date, he sent her five hundred dollars. When she didn't show up at the hotel, he wired her ten thousand to coax her. And this very afternoon, while I was begging the doctors to save my dying father, Enzo was in a luxury suite, paying his mistress an apology fee. Scrolling up, I found over a thousand transactions for custom lingerie and luxury hotels, dating back six years. He had been with her two years before he even married me. The next morning, I wired him the exact twenty thousand dollars for my anniversary fine. Then, I booked a Syndicate severance lawyer.”