His Lost Little Lady

"On the day Tristan Spallone, the head of a mafia family, and I mark our fifth wedding anniversary, the manager of the Spallone family vault calls.Something that was stored away for a long time has finally come due, and Tristan is to retrieve it. He's so busy that he barely has a moment to breathe, so I go in his place.What I bring back is an old roll of film. The manager warned me that if it wasn’t developed soon, its age might cause it to be ruined beyond recovery.But when I have them developed, frame after frame is filled with Winnie Leigh, his first love. Her smile looks so sweet in those pictures that they nearly suffocate me.What about me, one may ask? I never once appeared on his albums.The office door slams open. Tristan bursts in, already out of breath. "Anna, is your life really so empty that you have to dig through mine?"I turn toward him, the man who's usually so composed. I neither question him nor break down.Instead, I speak slowly. "We're getting a divorce."Tristan frowns and thrusts the stack of photos into the shredder. He then looks back at me. "They're gone. Do you still want a divorce?"A bitter smile tugs at my lips. "Yes.""