4 A.M. Heartbreak

"At 4:00 a.m., my husband, Rocco, gently shook me awake. His voice was a low murmur, . "Alessia, my love, could you do something for me?"But his next words shattered the illusion. "Scarlett is hungry. Go make her some seafood soup."Scarlett was our maid, and she was also Rocco's pregnant goomar."I just had fresh seafood delivered. Get to the kitchen and make her a bowl of soup. Just for Falcone's heir."I refused, my voice cold. His anger flared in an instant."Don't be so unreasonable, Alessia.""Is it really so hard for you to make some soup?"I shook my head, silent. He stroked my cheek, a patronizing smile playing on his lips."Fine, Alessia. So you've learned to defy me now.""Think carefully, Alessia. Do you really want to keep your place as a Falcone?""And your position as the family's lawyer? Think about whether you still want these… then give me your answer."Seeing the arrogance in Rocco's eyes, the last ember of love I had for this man died.I took out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in a long time. "I want out of the Falcone family.""