My Husband Had Two Anniversaries… And I Was NeitherChapter 1
On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was supposed to leave the country to present my breakthrough nerve-interface design at an international medical competition. Instead, I ended up standing in a cold office, holding a form like it meant anything.
I checked the details out of habit and then I frowned.
“Um… excuse me? Your record’s wrong. I’m married. Not divorced.”
The woman behind the glass barely looked up at first. Just clicked her mouse, bored, like my life was just another file.
Married. I was married.
Felix Gallardo wasn’t just my husband. He was… everything. A monster to the world, a king in the shadows, a man people whispered about like saying his name too loud might get them killed. A mafia boss who could burn cities down if he felt like it.
And mine.
Possessive didn’t even begin to cover it. Felix didn’t let go of things that belonged to him. And I belonged to him.
Even if I wanted to leave… he wouldn’t let me. So how the hell could I be divorced?
The staff checked again. Then again.
And then she looked at me like I was the crazy one.