She Stole My Husband So I'm Going to Steal Hers

I woke up feeling like my body had been drained of everything. My limbs were heavy, my stomach ached, and my head felt foggy. The faint morning light filtered through the curtains, but it only intensified the pounding behind my eyes. I hadn’t expected to feel this empty after the abortion—physically and emotionally.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to summon the energy to move. But every part of me felt like it was weighed down. I wasn’t sure if it was just the aftereffects of the procedure or the suffocating reality of what my life had become. Either way, I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything anymore. Not even when I heard Rozen’s heavy footsteps outside the bedroom door.

The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, looking as if the world owed him something. “Chloe,” he said, his voice sharp. “Where’s breakfast?”

I didn’t even bother turning my head. Of course, that’s what he was concerned about. Not how I was feeling. Not where I’d been. Not what I had done. Just his damn breakfast.

“Chloe!” Rozen’s voice was louder now, irritated. “Did you not hear me? Where’s my breakfast?”

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to breathe through the dull ache in my chest. “I didn’t make anything.”

He scoffed, taking a step closer. “What do you mean, you didn’t make anything? You know I need to eat before I head out. You couldn’t do that one thing?”

I slowly sat up, wincing as the soreness in my body flared up again. “I wasn’t feeling well,” I muttered, keeping my eyes on the floor.

Rozen scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not feeling well? You’re always coming up with some excuse. You know how important today is, and you couldn’t even do the bare minimum?”

The bare minimum. That’s what I was to him now. Just someone to cook his meals and keep his life running smoothly. My heart ached with the realization that this was all we had left. “I couldn’t.”

His face hardened. “You couldn’t? Or you wouldn’t?”

I felt a spark of anger flare up in my chest. “Does it even matter to you, Rozen? Do you even care where I’ve been? How I’m feeling?”

He stared at me, unblinking. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” I said, standing up slowly despite the ache in my body, “that you don’t see me. You haven’t seen me in months. All you care about is yourself, and I’m done pretending like I don’t notice.”

He scoffed again, shaking his head. “You’re being ridiculous. This isn’t about me, right? This is about Thalia again. How many times should I tell you that you should let go? It’s just a baby, her baby, and not mine. Are you happy?”

I scoffed. “Yeah, fine. I am happy now… I will be happy if we end this now.”

He stared at me, his jaw tightening. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want out,” I said, the words finally spilling from my lips. “I want a divorce.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Rozen’s eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he looked like he didn’t believe me. Then his face twisted with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” I said firmly, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest. “I’m done.”

Rozen’s eyes darkened, and the shift in his demeanor sent a chill down my spine. “No, Chloe. You don’t get to just walk away from this. From me.”

I took a step back, my hands shaking. “You can’t stop me, Rozen. It’s over.”

His face hardened. “Oh, but I can. Do you think you can just file for divorce and walk away? I have power, Chloe. I can make your life miserable if I want to.”

The coldness in his eyes sent a wave of fear through me. I knew what he was capable of. Rozen wasn’t just my husband—he was the head of one of the most powerful mafia families. And he wasn’t the type to lose. Not without a fight.

“You think you can threaten me into staying? You can’t control me, Rozen. Not anymore. I’d rather have nothing than stay in this marriage.”

His eyes widened, and for the first time, I saw real fear in them. He wasn’t used to losing. He wasn’t used to me standing up to him. But I was done. I wasn’t backing down.

“Please, Chloe,” he whispered, stepping toward me again. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me. I’ll change.”

I could see the panic in his eyes now, the way his confidence was crumbling. He wasn’t threatening me anymore. He was pleading. But it didn’t matter. The damage had already been done.