My Mafia Husband Called Me Evil—Then Lost Me Forever

By the sixth year of our marriage, Lev Arsenov had finally stopped letting another woman's name slip into our conversations. When Daria Malkova called, he no longer dropped everything and left me behind without a second thought. Even Miro Arsenov had slowly started calling me Mom instead of insisting every day that he wanted Daria to be his mother. Whenever the household staff passed through the hallway, they would quietly turn away and wipe tears from the corners of their eyes. They probably all thought happiness had finally found me. I sat at the dining table, my fingertips resting lightly against the cool tablecloth. Yes. He was finally trying to love me. But I couldn't feel even the slightest joy. I think I'd stopped loving him.

Oleh Kate