Chapter 24

She slammed her bag against the wall, sinking her fingers into her hair.

She felt the tears on her lids—hot, painful tears made from the deepest part of her distress.

Her door was shut, and although she had expected her husband to walk into the room and confront her, he hadn't.

𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅. That was what he was—hiding behind looking after the Bratva to shield his cowardice.

Larissa raised her head, catching her reflection in the mirror at the room's far end. The beautiful sparkle in her eyes was no longer present since she had lost her candlelight.

Since she lost her son.

And the only opportunity they had to put his spirits to rest, her husband had thrown it away for ammunition. 

𝑫𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒊 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔.

Her hands and lips trembled; she was made a fool of by her husband, the father of her child, who was supposed to push for revenge as much as she did.

Clutching at the material of her gown, sh