Safely in the Arms of the Mafia King

The End

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.The sounds came first, the unmistakable rhythm of bodies moving, breathy moans that didn’t belong to her. Then, the scent of sweat and perfume, thick and suffocating, filling the space like a cruel confirmation. And finally, the sight of them, Shawn’s body hovering over another woman, his fingers gripping bare skin the same way they had gripped her just days ago. Limbs tangled as one, lost in a passionate embrace on the edge of ecstasy.Aurora’s grip on the takeout bag in her hand tightened until the paper crumpled beneath her fing...