Chapter 13
Aurora’s POV
The irony almost made me laugh.
He stood there, like a meticulously sculpted statue, and I couldn’t sense any emotion in him.
Perhaps numbness? Sadness? Or perhaps Enzo felt relieved that I didn’t want children, which freed him of a
burden.
I remembered a night years into our marriage.
We’d been at a family gala, and Enzo had drunk more
than usual.
We barely made it through the front door before his mouth was on mine, urgent and clumsy and nothing like his usual controlled precision.
That night, there was no foil wrapper torn open. No pause. No interruption.
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skin and hope blooming so wide in my chest that I couldn’t breathe around it. I lay there imagining a nursery and a name. A tiny hand wrapped around my finger.
Then Enzo sat up, reached into his nightstand drawer, and held out a small white pill between his thumb and forefinger.
He just held it out.
And when I hesitated, he didn’t move. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited, watching me until I placed the pill on my tongue and swallowed.
Only then did he stand, pull on his shirt, and walk out of the room.
I exhaled and straightened my spine. “When you’re ready to sign, let me know.”
I turned toward the door.
His hand closed around my elbow before I made it two
steps.
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He pulled me backward, not rough but firm, guiding me onto the edge of the bed.
“It’s raining,” he said. “Where exactly are you planning to
go?”
“Into the rain.” I tried to stand. He blocked me with his body, one hand braced on the mattress beside my hip. “Anywhere. I don’t care if I have to sleep on a park bench, Enzo. I cannot look at you for another second.”
My voice cracked on the last word and I hated myself for
The betrayal wasn’t just anger anymore. It had teeth. It was chewing through me from the inside, and if I stayed in this room much longer I was terrified of what would be
left.
He studied my face. Then he laughed.
“Can you even afford to divorce me?”
I blinked. “What?”
He moved to the bedroom door. I shot to my feet
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“What are you doing? I want to leave. I want a divorce, Enzo. Open the door.”
“Sit down.” His voice was infuriatingly even. “We need to talk.”
“I have nothing left to say to you.”
“We’re still married.” He turned the lock. The click was deafening. “Which means you owe me a conversation.”
That did it.
I shoved him. Both hands flat against his chest, hard enough that he rocked backward half a step.
“So you remember we’re married?” The words ripped out of me. “When I’m trying to walk away, you remember your vows? When you were spending nights in her house? When you answered her call and left me on the floor?”
I shoved him again. He caught my wrists, and I thrashed, twisting toward the door handle.
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He was faster. His arm looped around my waist and he lifted me clean off the ground, depositing me back on the bed.
“Calm down.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small brass key, and held it up between us. “I’m going to shower. When I come back, we talk.” He locked the
bedroom door with the key and took it with him.
He walked into the bathroom without waiting for a
response.
I sat on the bed, breathing hard, my fists balled against my thighs.
Trapped.
I stared at the closed bathroom door and realized, with an exhaustion that went beyond my body, that this had always been our dynamic.
I screamed, but he waited.
I raged, but he stood still.
Ecalled it an argument, but arguments required two
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participants. Ours were monologues.
I ranted and cried and begged, and Enzo absorbed it all with a maddening composure, then redirected the conversation wherever he wanted it to go.
He never raised his voice because he never needed to. His
control was the weapon. My emotion was the weakness he counted on.
Can you even afford to divorce me?
He meant money and politics. He meant the hundred invisible chains tying my family’s survival to his generosity.
I twisted the ring off my finger.
The bathroom door opened.
Enzo walked out dressed in pajama pants, his chest bare, toweling his hair with one hand. He tossed the towel onto a chair and began adjusting the pillows on his side of the bed.
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I kept mine in my lap.
He reached for my fingers anyway, and his thumb found the bare spot where the ring should have been. His gaze shifted to the nightstand.
He picked up the ring, took my left hand, and forced it back onto my finger.
I yanked it off.
He grabbed my wrist.
“Marriage is not a game.” His grip was iron. “You chose this. You stood in front of our families and you chose me.
Whether we stay together or split apart is not something you get to decide.”
“I’m done.” I met his eyes. “I know my family owes you. I’ll find a way to repay every cent. But this marriage is over.”
“Repay with what?”
Our eyes locked and the truth of my situation settled over
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My family was gone and our finances nonexistent. The clothes on my back, the food in my stomach, the roof over. my parents’ heads, all of it was his.
We didn’t just owe him gratitude. We owed him everything.
Even ourselves.
Enzo sat on the edge of the table in front of me, close enough that our knees almost touched.
“Your family became mine the day I married you,” he said. “After the ambush, I absorbed your people. I was generous enough to let them keep the Blackthorne name. Every medical bill, every housing expense, every mouth I’ve fed for five years, that debt exists whether you acknowledge it or not.”
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rebuilt. But a subordinate family answers to me. Permanently.”
He leaned forward.
“And none of this even includes what I’ve spent on you.”
My lungs refused to expand. He’d laid it out so neatly, so calmly.
I dug my nails into my palms until the pain cut through the fog.
“You married me for strategy,” I said, and my voice
came out steadier than I expected. “I gave you territory, alliances, and a reputation as the merciful Don who saved. a dying family. That wasn’t charity, Enzo. That was a transaction, and you benefited as much as I did.”
His jaw shifted but he didn’t interrupt.
“There was no prenuptial agreement,” I continued. “Legally, I’m entitled to half of our marital assets. But I’m not asking for that. I’m not asking for the house, the accounts, the investments, none of it. I’m walking away yith nothing.”
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I held his gaze. “You’ve had an affair. Everyone knows. I could drag your name through every family council, but instead I’m offering you a clean exit.”
I leaned forward until I could see my own reflection in his
eyes.
“What else do you want from me?”
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