Escaping The Mafia King

And not the nice kind of people with all those things.

These people were not nice in any way. They did not even look like people. In fact, they looked like the incarnation of Satan but with nice clothes and branded watches.

I got scared.

And then I decided to become stupid.

I stayed silent and watched as trade deals of illegal guns were finalized with my husband doing everything to please the buyer.

One year passed by and I stayed silent. I watched as the attacks on rival gangs were planned and blood was spilled from the informers body.

Three years passed by as I silently acted like a trophy wife beside my husband while he flirted and fucked girls behind my back, assuming I was too stupid to notice anything.

understand was that

who was scared of the people

that she was sleeping with every fucking

by and I acted dumb to the things that he did. I became blind and silent and deaf to the cries of my own soul while I watched

had invited my best friend since college, Stella, to my home so that I could have a bit of company while the

lust in Ethan’s eyes whenever he looked at her. I had seen him flirt shamelessly with her while she shrugged him off and gave him warnings of not being creepy to her just

have gone with my gut. But instead, I chose to believe that my husband would not do something bad to my best friend while I was present at home. While I was under the same room as him. I thought my husband had more respect for

out my husband was too petty

party was almost over. I had brought Stella to my room so that we could chat

needed a drink. She said yes. I left

back, I watched from the door frame of the room as my husband grabbed Stella’s hand, pulled

too. I know you think about how hard I can