Uprooted Roses-The Mafia Don't Regret

My sister ran away on her wedding day, leaving me to take her place at the altar. I married my soon-to-be brother-in-law, the man I had secretly loved for years. I had been foolish enough to look forward to our life together. With his indifferent permission, I planted a field of red roses in the barren backyard of his estate. Back then, I thought that even if we couldn't share a mutual, burning passion, we could at least build a life of mutual respect. I thought I could warm his cold heart. But the very next morning, he shattered that illusion. He ordered his men to uproot my roses, tearing them from the earth without a second thought. It was the first time I truly tasted the bitter poison of heartbreak. Later, he brought his mistress into our home, kissing her passionately right in front of my eyes, a deliberate cruelty meant to break whatever was left of me. When I finally couldn't take the torment anymore, I asked for a divorce. He only sneered, his gaze icy and unforgiving. "This is what you owe me." I crouched on the cold marble floor, hugging my knees to my chest as the tears I had fought so hard to hold back finally fell. "Am I not innocent in all of this? I'm a victim too.…

Oleh Ashley