The Woman He Left Behind Is Now Untouchable

The casino my husband and I ran was about to go through a chaotic police raid. Anyone who got caught would likely end up arrested.

We had the time to leave. But we couldn’t all leave. One of us had to stay behind, or the cops would keep chasing us.

Elias, my charming husband, didn’t even hesitate. He grabbed Mireille and left me to handle the cops, tossing over his shoulder, “I’ll send a lawyer to you.”

Lucky for me, I managed to walk away without any consequences.

And then, I saw, Elias, the man who was supposed to have my back, not only did escape without me, he also whisked Mireille away to some fancy resort, like they were on vacation.

He looked so carefree, so unbothered. Not a hint of concern for the wife he’d just abandoned.

“Think Seraphina’s gonna be mad that we left without her?” Mireille asked, all innocence.

Elias laughed, that cold, detached laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. “Please. As if she’d ever get mad at me. She can handle herself.”

He didn’t care.

But you know what? Neither do I. Not anymore.

1

Seraphina’s POV

It said to be a quick, last-minute police raid. So my husband Elias wanted to flee the casino, dragging Mireille with him and leaving me to clean up the mess.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped, turning to him. The moment my eyes landed on Mireille, my stomach churned, a cold knot forming deep inside.

Elias didn’t even bat an eye. He was so nonchalant, so annoyingly calm. “Come on, Mireille’s never seen anything like this. I have to get her out of here before the police show up.”

He said it as if running off with my manipulative stepsister was nothing more than a casual errand.

“Seraphina!” Mireille’s voice cut through the tension, high-pitched and trembling. “I’m scared.”

The way she said my name… Every woman knows that tone. Friendly enough to fool the men. Poisonous enough to sting the wife.

Still, I played along, though every word burned in my chest. “So, you’re just going to run off and leave me to deal with the cops alone?”

Elias sighed, like it was no big deal. “Come on, Sera. You’ve handled worse. You’ll be fine. But Mireille and I…”

Elias and I both came from mafia blood. Our families had bankrolled our marriage and our casino business. As anyone with half a brain knew, a casino wasn’t exactly a beacon of lawful business.

There was always the darker side—money laundering, drug dealing, you name it. That’s why the police were so fond of last-minute raids, swooping in when you least expected it.

And yet, that made this whole situation even harder to swallow.

Elias should’ve at least pretended to care, pretended to protect me. But no, the second he caught wind of the police, he bolted. And the worst part? He thought of Mireille first—not me.

“Elias, are you fucking serious right now?”

And