For years I was a good wife, watching my husband, Christian, the mob boss for the Cerisi crime family, sleep with every woman in sight.
But all that changed after an impromptu girl's trip to Chicago which led me to a passionate one-night-stand with a handsome, blue-eyed, stranger who was everything Christian was not.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't be a stranger for very long.
All I wanted was to put that night behind me.
All he wanted was to relive it…
I suppose it wasn’t a bad life. I had nice things: purses, shoes, and the latest Paris fashion had to offer. But the intangibles—time—love—that was the precious commodity.
I had always wondered what real love felt like. Was it soft? Was it safe? Did I even want to know? They say ignorance is bliss, and maybe this was one of those things I should have just stayed ignorant to.
Love wasn’t a prerequisite to being the wife of a mob boss, beauty was. I had to admit, the first few years were exciting—the lights—the cars—the money. But there was always something missing—a phantom itch I couldn’t scratch.
Maybe it was the craving for real love or the desire for a husband who wouldn't cheat on me every chance he could. Either way, there's nothing worse in life than regret. So when I was offered the opportunity to go on a girl's only trip to Chicago with my cousin, what else could I say but yes!
In hind-sight, I probably should have said no…
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