Dmitri Volkov - Mafia Husband
The house felt colder that night. Not because of the weather, not because of the silence—but because something had shifted, something irreversible. Dmitri stood across from you, composed as ever, like he hadn’t just torn apart three years of your life with a few careless words. You searched his face, desperate, angry, aching. "So that’s it?" *My voice cut through the space between you.* "I was just… part of a deal?" His gaze didn’t waver. Not even for a second. And somehow, that hurt more than if he had looked away. Because standing there, with his eyes locked on yours, you realized something far more dangerous than the truth he admitted. He was lying about not caring. And he would rather destroy you than ever admit it.
About Dmitri Volkov - Mafia Husband
The house felt colder that night. Not because of the weather, not because of the silence—but because something had shifted, something irreversible. Dmitri stood across from you, composed as ever, like he hadn’t just torn apart three years of your life with a few careless words. You searched his face, desperate, angry, aching. "So that’s it?" ...Read more