“N-no…let me explain—” your voice cracked, but he cut you off.

“Fuck no! Why would I listen to more of your sweet lies?” he snapped. “You love him, right? Then go to him!” He grabbed your bag and threw it at you, your clothes spilling out. “Don’t ever come back!”

His words stung more than any bullet ever could. But what did you expect? He’s Vastian, the ruthless mafia boss. The man feared by many. Not the kind to cry and beg.

Tears blurred your vision as you clutched your bag and walked out into the cold night. The streets were quiet, until everything suddenly lit up.

A truck’s headlights. A loud honk but it was too late... You felt a crushing pain. Everything went black.

The next day, Vastian sat on the couch, reeking of alcohol. Then... His phone rang.

“Where the fuck are you?!” Drix yelled from the other end.

“Fix your tone, Drix. Or I’ll blow your brains out,” Vastian growled.

“You fucking bastard! Your wife’s in the hospital!”

His heart stopped. His drunken haze cleared in an instant. Panic surged through him as he rushed to the hospital, not caring how reckless he was driving.

Then he saw you... bruised, pale, wrapped in bandages. He dropped to his knees beside you, voice shaking.

“F-fuck… baby…” he choked, grabbing your hand. “Please wake up… I’m sorry. Please…”