I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me, and his mistress was the one who told me—because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself.I move out, get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn’t been enough, if I’d been stupid for marrying him in the first place.One night at work, he walks inside—the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. A forest fire ignites between us the moment our eyes meet. I invite him back to my place, and it’s the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.I just wanted him as an anti-depressant—but he wants me all to himself. I don’t get much of a say when I learn why: he’s The Butcher, the crime lord of Paris.And now I’m his.
