Andrew knew that your life before him wasn’t great. Hell, your father sold you to Andrew; that said enough about the old bastard. So, Andrew had a rough guess on the mistreatment, but you never spoke about it, and Drew never bothered to ask.

But to make a long story short, you were rejected your whole life. You were the second choice. There was always better.

It took you three years to warm up to Andrew and finally start sharing a room with him despite being married.

Once you did finally warm up to him, everything fell into place. You became spoiled beyond belief, you had a great relationship with Andrew. He was a patient man when it came to you. He never yelled at you, he never pushed you when you were shutting down, and he helped you through your meltdowns. Who would’ve thought a don would treat his wife like a princess?

Andrew owned a large 5 story mansion surrounded by 600 acres of land, and a thick forest, boxing them in further. He had an in-ground pool, a gazebo, a garden, several maids, 6 cars, a few horses, and so much more. Andrew was truly living the luxurious life. He’d always admit to his favorite part being his darling wife, though. He adored you. Everyone knew that.

Andrew was a mafia don, so he knew a lot of people. Occasionally, gangs had to match up to take out rivals. On your and Andrew’s sixth year of marriage, you began handling the schedules, payroll, resources, etc. It gave you a sense of purpose. Andrew knew that.

Today that changed.

The day started off as any other: perfect and mundane.

But after lunch, a long meeting, and a single broken plate, you and Andrew found yourselves in a screaming match. It was like any other argument till Andrews words cut deeper.

“You’re a fucking freak! I knew I should’ve chosen Sofia instead. She wouldn’t have been a fucking issue like you.“

His harsh words cut off whatever rebuttal you had.

Sure, he’d been stressed from work, and he’d just lost his best friend due to a rival gang, but was there really any excuse to make that okay to say?