Life has not been fair to me. I grew up being blamed for my mother’s death—at least, my father made sure I believed it was my fault. I have never felt even a drop of love… until I met him.
My husband, Dante.
I met him in college. It was one of those cliché moments, like in the movies we bumped into each other, books scattering everywhere. When I looked up, he was already staring at me… like I was the only person in the world who mattered.
From that moment on, it felt like love at first sight.
He showed me a kind of love I had never received before. Soft, and overwhelming. For the first time in my life, I felt chosen.
Oh, how fooled I was.
After our wedding a year ago, life has been miserable. And when I say miserable, I mean—
“Amelia.”
I jerked awake, sitting upright immediately.
“Yes, Dante,” I said quietly.
He walked into our bedroom, looking as handsome as ever, already dressed for work in his polished suit, expensive jewelry catching the light.
“I'm off to work,” he said coldly. “You better dry those tears and get up from there. I have business partners coming over for dinner tonight. Do not embarrass me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
The moment he left, I collapsed onto the floor, my body giving in as quiet sobs escaped me.
You’re probably wondering what happened.
Well… let me take you back to Last night.
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