After I Learned His Love Was a Lie, I DisappearedChapter 1

Three years into our marriage, I stumbled upon a secret: my husband, Ermanno Santoro, the man who supposedly loved me to the marrow of his bones, kept a safehouse on the outskirts of the city.

I followed him there and watched with my own eyes as he slid his hand inside another woman's clothes in full view of his captains, his gaze burning with a desire I knew all too well.

The men around them exchanged knowing looks. "You're so desperate for her, Boss, why not just marry Katarina Ferro already? You've been feeding your wife that contraceptive through the doctor for years. Aren't you just waiting for her to fail to conceive so she'll offer to step aside herself?"

He cut them off with a frown. "Shut your mouths. And speaking of the compound, make sure Dottore keeps the dosage careful. I won't have it damaging her health."

After a pause, he added one more warning.

"If word of this reaches my wife, none of you will be spared."

They all went silent, hands at their sides, and watched as he wrapped his arm around the woman and led her into the back room.

Soft moans drifted through the closed door. My heart froze over, inch by inch.