Married to the mafia lord
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Chapter 2 2

Maya

The woman's eyes locked with mine, a predatory smile spreading across her face as she clung tighter to my husband. Shawn didn't push her away. He didn't even look uncomfortable. The weight of what I was witnessing crushed the air from my lungs.

"Oh," the woman purred, her voice dripping with false surprise. "I didn't realize we had company." She extended a manicured hand toward me, a massive diamond ring glittering on her finger. "I'm Vivian, Shawn's fiancée. And you are?"

The world stopped spinning. Fiancée? My gaze dropped to the wedding band on my own finger, then back to Shawn's blank expression.

"Fiancée?" The word tasted like poison on my tongue. I rose from the sofa, my anniversary dress wrinkled from sleeping in it, my carefully applied makeup surely smudged beneath my eyes. "What the hell is going on here, Shawn? I've been calling you, worried sick, and this is what I find on our anniversary? Are you drunk? Drugged? Has someone threatened you?"

My husband, the man who had whispered promises of forever against my skin just days ago, stared at me with cold detachment. "I do not owe you an explanation, Maya. It's my house, and I'll do whatever I see fit."

His voice was like ice water down my spine. Where was the man who had held my hand through a 12-hour brain surgery when my resident collapsed mid-procedure? Who had memorized my favorite takeout orders from every restaurant near the hospital for those nights I came home too exhausted to speak?

"What has come over you?" My voice rose with each word, panic clawing up my throat. "I'm your wife, Maya! Don't you recognize me? Is this some sort of sick prank? We were fine just yesterday morning, you kissed me goodbye and told me you had a surprise for our anniversary! I swapped shifts specifically to be home early, only to find my luggage being moved and the staff suddenly acting like I don't exist. Please, if this is a joke, just stop it. I can't take it anymore!"

I watched his face for any hint of the man I married, a flicker of remorse, a softening of his gaze, anything to explain this nightmare. Instead, Shawn stepped closer, Vivian trailing behind him like a victory flag.

"This is my fiancée, Vivian," he repeated, his voice devoid of emotion. "Be nice to her."

The room spun around me, my vision narrowing to pinpricks of light. "What do you mean, fiancée?" My voice sounded distant, even to my own ears. "What about me? What about our marriage? The vows we took three months ago? The anniversary we were supposed to celebrate last night?"

My hands flew to my purse, frantically retrieving the velvet box containing his gift. "Look! I got this for you. For our three months. For the happiest ninety days of my life that you're suddenly pretending never happened!"

I flipped open the box, revealing the platinum stethoscope charm studded with diamonds, engraved with our wedding date and "Forever in rhythm with you." Shawn's eyes flickered to it for just a moment. was that pain I saw? Regret? Just as quickly, his expression hardened again.

"This is just a nightmare, isn't it?" I whispered, closing my eyes tightly. "It's all a dream. I'm going to wake up in our bed, with your arms around me, and everything will be normal again." I opened my eyes, tears streaming freely down my face now. "Tell me it's a joke, Shawn, because I will never forgive you if you think you can hurt me like this."

My grief transformed into rage, bubbling up from somewhere primal within me. "Do you think marriage is a game? Something you can discard when you're bored? Tell me! Did I do something wrong? Did I fail some test I didn't know I was taking? Say something, goddammit!"

Shawn didn't even flinch at my outburst. Instead, he turned to Carla, who stood nearby with downcast eyes. "Move Vivian's luggage into my room, and bring in the rest from the car."

The casual dismissal of our entire relationship cut deeper than any knife. "Shawn? SHAWN! I'm talking to you!" I lunged forward, desperate to make him face me, to force him to acknowledge what we'd been to each other.

Vivian stepped between us, her hand shoving hard against my chest. I stumbled backward, my knee colliding painfully with the edge of the coffee table as I fell. Through tears, I saw Shawn's body tense, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, but he didn't turn back. He didn't help me up. He simply continued climbing the stairs without a backward glance.

I remained on the floor, surrounded by the scattered rose petals from the bouquet I'd arranged, the anniversary card lying facedown beside me. Three months ago, I was a blushing bride. Now I was a discarded stranger in what had been my home.

            
            

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