All Chapters of DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

[IVAN]Ana storms into the washroom and I’m left to glare at the door.I can’t believe it. Even after what happened just now, she refused to forgive me.Frustrated, I run a hand through my hair.I can’t. I can’t believe she denied me once again. She denied me even after I emptied my heart for her. I thought she understood, but apparently, I was wrong.Forgiveness is not supposed to be easy. I know that. If it was, everyone would be doing it, and it would lose its meaning. But haven’t I suffered enough?Five long years. That’s how much time I have spent without my family. Without Ana and my kids. Their absence in my life was like a hole in my heart. Always there. Always gaping and wondering what it would be like to be complete again.I lost sleep. I lost my sanity. I lost everything when I lost them.Every waking hour their absence haunted me like a neverending nightmare. Ever

[IVAN]“How long are you going to drag out this matter?” Dimitri says on the phone, making me roll my eyes as I pull a shirt from the closet and lay it on the bed.“There’s nothing wrong with being overly cautious, now, is there?” I put the phone on speaker and toss it on the bed as well. Then, I pick the shirt up and slide my arms through the sleeves, buttoning it up.“You don’t trust him,” he says matter-of-factly, and I can almost imagine him pinching those thick eyebrows of his.“I don’t trust anyone.” It comes out more curt than intended, but it’s the truth. You have no idea how many people you have in your life who will stab you in the back just because they think it’s funny. Especially when it comes to the elite world of organized crime. We were bred to survive and become ruthless, so most of us have developed a ‘fend for yourself’ mentality when it comes to our lives.“That’s not true. You trust me.” He reasons, but that only makes me scoff.“I tolerate you. Barely. But mainly

[NIKOLAI] “So, you’re just letting me go?” I ask, though it seems rather obvious now that I’m not locked up in a room anymore. I rub my wrist, glad the cuffs are off. The skin is still sore from where they were chafing it. “You’re free to go, yes,” Dimitri says. “Orders from the boss. Can’t help it.” He then walks over to the bar and pours himself a drink. He doesn’t offer me one. Not that I expect him to. We haven’t seen each other eye to eye for a very long time. And something that hasn’t happened before, I can’t expect it to happen now out of the blue. That would be completely out of his character. If there’s ever a man who knows how not to give a shit, it has to be Dimitri Alexeev. “So, what happens now?” I ask, frowning, not sure what game Ivan’s playing here. I have to know why he’s letting me go so easily. Is that because he doesn’t trust my information? Or because he has something else in mind? “I don’t know, Nikolai. What do you want to happen now?” Dimitri asks, his vo

[ANASTASIA] “So what would you like to do, Princess?” My gaze shifts to my daughter, who’s sitting in the backseat and looking outside the window with a wide smile on her face. She’s so excited about today. I can see it in her eyes. I wish I had that kind of innocence and freedom. But unfortunately, it has been taken away from me the moment I joined Ivan’s world. Speaking of Ivan, the man who’s the root cause of all my problems. He’s sitting beside me, his hand on the wheel and the other arm resting on the backrest of my seat. I know he’s trying to play a good husband, a good father, and perhaps a well-round family person, but that’s not enough. Not right now. Right now he’s being nothing but a pain in my ass. First, he’s keeping a gun in his car, which is absolutely visible to the naked eye. How careless is that? He might as well have a ‘Mafia Boss’ sign hanging over his head. Next, he’s driving too fast. What’s wrong with him? Why is he so obsessed with speed? Lastly, and the mo

[IVAN]“How bad is it?” I stride down the long corridor, Dimitri right behind me. “And why the hell didn’t you call me right away? Was waiting for him to fucking die?”Dimirti sighs, probably frowning at himself. “I thought we could handle it.”I shake my head. “Of course.”We continue walking down the dark corridor until a room arrives with its lights turned on. Beeping sounds emanate from within, and right when we reach outside, a nurse dashes out with a tray full of blood-soaked towels. She barely glances up, and continues hurrying out of sight.I stop and hesitate to walk inside. This was not supposed to happen. Not like this.I turn around and glare at Dimitri. “What the hell happened?”Dimitri drops his gaze to the floor, his posture stiff. “It was a small delivery, pakhan. I told him to keep his mouth shut. But something happened and a shoo