Terrence's POVI swirled the deep red wine in my glass, watching the way it clung to the sides before taking a slow sip. The silence of my office was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. My fingers tapped against the wooden desk, the weight of regret pressing down on me like a fucking vice.I had spent months drowning in my own torment, every breath a reminder of what I had lost. The moment Raisha disappeared, my world crumbled, leaving nothing but an empty shell of the man I used to be.Our home felt like a graveyard—cold, lifeless, filled with memories that mocked me at every turn. Her scent still lingered on our sheets, a cruel ghost that haunted my sleepless nights. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her—her soft, tear-streaked face, the pain I had carved into her heart, the fear in her eyes when she walked away from me.And fuck, I let her go.What kind of man does that? What kind of husband, what kind of father?I was supposed to be a goddamn mafia boss, po
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