His face hardened. “Oh, but I can. Do you think you can just file for divorce and walk away? I have power, Chloe. I can make your life miserable if I want to.”
The coldness in his eyes sent a wave of fear through me. I knew what he was capable of. Rozen wasn’t just my husband—he was the head of one of the most powerful mafia families. And he wasn’t the type to lose. Not without a fight.
“You think you can threaten me into staying? You can’t control me, Rozen. Not anymore. I’d rather have nothing than stay in this marriage.”
His eyes widened, and for the first time, I saw real fear in them. He wasn’t used to losing. He wasn’t used to me standing up to him. But I was done. I wasn’t backing down.
“Please, Chloe,” he whispered, stepping toward me again. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me. I’ll change.”
I could see the panic in his eyes now, the way his confidence was crumbling. He wasn’t threatening me anymore. He was pleading. But it didn’t matter. The damage had already been done.
