Chapter 133

Dante

In the end, Jean leaves like a thief in the night. She left no note except for the signed divorce papers on top of the living room center table.

I watch from the balcony as Jean shoulders a small carry-on bag with only her essentials. Despite the thundering protests I feel stirring in my chest, I know that tonight is the night I lose her.

From the corner of my eye, I spot a few men with guns trained at her, ready to fire at my command. Their previous orders were to not allow Jean out of their sight, which includes having to injure her if she gets taken away by enemies again. But this time is different.

Luca stands beside me, watching the same scene unfold. “Dante, are you sure about letting her get away?”

I understand his sentiments. The amount of time, money, and effort I’d put into making her mine, only to watch her walk away in the end.

And I was sure. But as I watch her walk away, I find out that letting her go is the single hardest thing I’ve done in my life.

“Yes, tell m