Just One Last Dance

After being dumped for the 99th time for being a “chatterbox,” I finally met my soulmate, Lysander Thorne. As the Mafia godfather, he was a man of few words, but listened to every single word I said with rapt attention.

His proposal shattered the curse that had doomed me to a hundred rejections. But, I discovered a fatal flaw in Lysander after we got married. Whatever he spoke to me, he never exceeded ten words.

I thought it was his stoic personality until I gave a hand to a girl being harassed by a thug at the bar. At the police station, the girl asked, “Has your husband not arrived yet? My friend will pick me up and you can leave with us.”

The next second, I saw Lysander rushing in, looking utterly disheveled.

“Elara Thorne! Why do you stir up trouble on your very first day back home? You've got wings of your own now, haven’t you? Did I ever tell you to stay safe firstly when something happened? Stop being so impulsive!”

It turned out Lysander could get emotional. How ridiculous! When Lysander entered, his eyes were solely fixed on Elara. I looked at him with a blank expression, and wordlessly walked out of the police station.

Upon returning home, I dug up Elara Thorne’s personal file. Elara had been adopted by Magnus Thorne, the head of the Thorne family, when she was a child. She was shipped abroad at sixteen after Magnus detected an unspoken bond between Lysander and his adopted daughter.

Magnus had granted Elara a green card on condition that she promised never to return to the Thorne for the rest of her life. Yet, just a year ago, Elara claimed she couldn’t bear staying abroad any longer, citing a diagnosis of severe depression. She had even committed suicide ten times!

The last time Elara was rescued, Lysander fell to his knees and begged Magnus to let her come home. For this, he was whipped sixty-six times under the family’s rules, leaving his back a bloody mess and fracturing three ribs. Even when threatened with the loss of his inheritance, he insisted on bringing Elara back.

In the end, it was Magnus who made the compromise, “Get married! As soon as you have a family, you can take her back. But, mark my words. There’s no way you two could ever be together. Never.”

Thus, I became Lysander’s prey. His kindness was merely a ploy to turn me into his cat's-paw. No wonder he can put up with my chattering and quibbling. At the thought of his hypocrisy, I felt as if I were in an ice cellar, my whole body trembling.

By the time Lysander returned home, I’ve been waiting for him for an hour. I spoke calmly, “Lysander, I want a divorce.”

He puzzled, “Don’t be kidding, Seraphina.”

I found it ridiculous. He’d already signed the divorce agreement long ago and locked it away in his study cabinet. He just thought I didn't