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Maybe this is what their normal looked like before.
And maybe I’m the fool for thinking he meant any word he said about this marriage.
I grab my phone.
My fingers move before I can stop them.
You busy tonight? I want to go to Exile.
Maksim:
For you? Usually never, but I’m handling something. Sergei’s working the floor. Want VIP?
Yes. Enzo will be with me. Just need to blow off steam.
Maksim:
Done. Tell Sergei you want booth 3. You’ll be taken care of.
I stare at the screen for a second too long.
I don’t know why I’m doing this.
I don’t want Maksim.
But I want to stop feeling.
I want the noise.
The bass.
The lights.
The ache in my feet and the numbness in my chest.
I stand.
My hands still shaking.
I scoop up my things and go to my room.
I need black.
I need heels.
I need makeup sharp enough to cut through the silence in this house.
Tonight, I am not Angelo’s wife.
Tonight, I’m just a woman with nothing left to burn.
And I’m going to set the whole night on fire.
***
Bass rolls through the walls like thunder.
I step into the club and it swallows me whole—low lighting, velvet ropes, mirrored walls that distort heat and movement like smoke. The music pulses in time with my heartbeat. It’s seductive chaos.It’s perfect.
