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.