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Three Days Before Their Divorce, the Most Feared Man in the City Woke Up Wearing His Wife’s Face / Chapter 6 / 10

Chapter 6 - The Confession in the Dark

Tuesday night brought a torrential downpour that lashed against the glass walls of the penthouse with the fury of a hurricane.

The power in the Beacon Hill district flickered twice before stabilizing, plunging the sprawling luxury apartment into pools of amber shadow cast by the city lights below.

Dante and Elena sat on the floor by the massive stone fireplace, where a low fire crackled and spat. They had abandoned the formal dining room and the leather armchairs, sitting side by side against the sofa—two people trapped in an impossible geometry, sharing a silence that felt heavier than any argument they had ever had.

Dante—in Elena’s body—was wrapped in a cashmere throw blanket, his knees pulled up to his chest. Beside him, Elena—in Dante’s massive, imposing frame—stared into the flames, one heavy arm resting across her knees.

"My shoulder aches," Elena muttered, her deep voice vibrating softly in the room. "Your left shoulder. The rotator cuff. When did you tear that?"

"1994," Dante replied without looking at her. "Warehouse dispute in East Boston. Three guys with iron pipes."

"Did you go to a doctor?"

"I went home and poured bourbon on it."

Elena let out a low, breathy chuckle. "Idiot."

"Probably," Dante admitted softly. He turned his head, looking at the sharp, stern profile of his own face illuminated by the orange glow of the fire. "When we get back... if we get back... I’m going to sell the shipping operation on the North River."

Elena blinked, turning her head to look at him. Dante's heavy eyebrows rose in genuine shock. "Sell the North River docks? That's twenty percent of your liquid revenue."

"It's dirty," Dante said simply. "And it takes me away for three nights a week. I thought I was being a king, Elena. I was just hiding in a fortress because I didn't know how to be a husband."

Elena reached out, her massive, calloused hand hovering uncertainly in the air before resting gently over Dante’s slender shoulder. The contrast was staggering—the giant hand of a syndicate boss resting on the delicate frame of a grieving woman. But the warmth of it was unmistakable.

"You're a stubborn, arrogant, impossible man, Dante Moretti," Elena whispered, her voice rough and deep.

"And you're a secretive, impossible woman," Dante replied, leaning his head slightly against Elena's massive shoulder—a gesture of surrender that would have been unthinkable five days ago.

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"Tomorrow is Wednesday," Elena said quietly, watching the embers pop in the hearth. "Forty-eight hours until Friday morning. The lawyers are booked for ten o'clock."

Dante closed his eyes, feeling Elena's tears prick behind her eyelids. "Let them wait."

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