The Runaway Wife: Never Forgiving You

My husband, the Mad Prince of the underworld, once burned down a city block just because a rival looked at me wrong.

Now, he forces me to kneel in the freezing New York snow, clad only in thin silk.

In his hand, he holds a tablet controlling my comatose brother's life support, threatening to kill him unless I confess to bullying his new mistress.

To save my brother, I swallow my pride and confess to a crime I didn't commit.

But the stress is too much.

I miscarry our child right there, staining the pristine white snow crimson.

Dante doesn't even blink.

He steps over my bleeding body to comfort his crying mistress, leaving me to scream for our lost baby alone.

He thinks he taught me a lesson.

He forces me to apologize to the woman who mocked me, even as my stitches tear.

He doesn't know that while he was guarding the door to keep doctors out, my brother actually died.

He doesn't know I buried the only family I had left in a pauper's grave while he slept with the woman who framed me.

On our tenth anniversary, he fills the house with lilies, expecting reconciliation.

Instead, I leave the signed divorce papers on the bed, take a handful of grave soil, and vanish into the night.

By the time he realizes the truth, I will be a ghost he can never touch again.