Page 25 of The Mafia Husband's Loveless Marriage

His tone was flat. His words, a command that served a purpose. But the moment Mykos hung up was the moment it hit him—

His wife.

His Maika.

The girl whose heart he had stomped into pieces.

She was in danger.

Because of him.

And just like that, he was crashing to his knees as everything became clear.

He should forget his own wife.

Love is a lie.

His life was under his control.

Those were all the things he had gotten wrong.

Because the truth was...

He had thought himself better than his own father but he was not.

He was just as helpless as any man.

He had thought his own pride and strength had gotten him to where he was.

But that, too, was a lie.

The reason he had been empty and restless all these years...

The reason he had always felt like there was a monster about to break free from within him...

It was all because he had been trying to do everything on his own when he didn't have to.

So, please God.

The words of his first prayer somehow came easily.

Save her.

Help me save her.

WHAT FOLLOWED AFTERthat, logic would find challenging to explain.

The world would think it was simply a series of miraculous coincidences, but they would only be partly right.

Because coincidences weren't real.

God was the very antithesis of coincidences. But instead, He was why miracles existed, and so when Mykos also began to move...

There was a calmness in him that didn't come from being a cold-blooded killer.

Instead, it came from a peace that surpassed all understanding.

And whereas Mykos's protocols had once failed to protect his wife from being abducted...