2 months. 2 months since our divorce. 2 months since my complete ruin. If before the divorce I was already considered dangerous in the mafia world, now I would certainly be a demon ready to destroy the world. I can't stop thinking about you and at the same time I want to stop, because fuck, it hurts.

I'm in my office, I'm watching the city view through the huge glass wall until my secretary's voice echoes.

Wes: "Sir? Huh.. your ex-wife is here." he says hesitantly.

I freeze. Every fiber in my body screams. I swallow hard.

"Send her in." Why did my voice sound so angry?