Twelve Years Later, His Canary Flew Away

"The night before my fiancé, Soren, and I were supposed to leave for Northern Europe to start our new life, the sounds of a lively discussion drifted from his private club."Christ, Boss, are you insane? Why the sudden marriage alliance with the Rosetti family to make a play for Italy? Didn't you say you were getting out of the life with Abby and heading north?"Soren leaned back into a leather sofa, his voice nonchalant and muffled by a cloud of smoke."Plans change. Besides, remember, I'm the one who made her who she is.""Once she sees the new empire I'm building, that little canary will come flying right back to my cage. The woman can't live without me."I stood in the shadows of the club, a wine glass in my hand, a dull ache blooming in my chest.The anniversary gift I had so carefully chosen for Soren was still in my purse, waiting for me to give it to him.I slipped out of the smoke-filled club, tossed the gift into the nearest trash can, and booked a one-way ticket to Northern Europe.But what he didn't know was that just as he could betray our future for Monica, I could abandon him for mine.All those years we spent dancing with death were never just for his sake."