Flame within the Grey

Chapter 1

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PLEASE NOTE GUYS, THIS IS A DARK SLOW BURN MAFIA ROMANCE... BE WARNED AS IT MIGHT UPSET SOME READERS! READ AT OWN DISCRETION!!!

CHAPTER 1 – PROLOGUE

My husband cheated on me.

He had an affair for two years.

With a woman who worked side by side with him... and still does.

These thoughts whispered in Scarlett's mind daily. But it screamed at her now.

Thomas Hill. He was handsome and successful. Prime in his law enforcement career. He just received a promotion four weeks ago by the Boston Police Department. Detective Thomas Hill, he's titled now, and at thirty years old, he was doing well. Tommy, his family, and friends affectionately nicknamed him, was proud of it, and so was Scarlett, his dutiful wife.

She closed her eyes briefly as she stopped drying the last dish in the sink. Her mind strayed to that fateful night her husband made his heartbreaking confession. It was three months ago to the day, but haunted her ever since. He was seeing another woman. A woman Scarlett was acquainted with.

She packed the clean plates away on the third shelf. Her mind floated endlessly again... her husband's touch, his lips, his arms that held her once, caressed, and kissed someone else, confiding his secrets into her eager ear as he slept with her countless times. His intimacy was to be reserved only for Scarlett! But he broke it.

The thought of him still seeing the woman day in and day out at the station sickened Scarlett.

Olivia.

The woman's name, forever blackened in her damaged heart.

Tommy asked for his wife's forgiveness, begged for it for weeks. Blamed it on every excuse under the sun. She kicked him out, and he pleaded to come back. He had returned to his senses; he'd said repeatedly. Promising to be the best father to their son, Tyler. A better husband to her. She had forgiven him, but his hands and lips and body were stained.

She swallowed thickly and gazed out the kitchen window at the garden, as she absentminded watched Tyler play with his fire truck toy on the freshly cut lawn. Her heart smiled as she looked at her cute four-year-old boy. His dark hair matched hers, his hazel-green eyes just like his dad's. His pink cheeks and pouty lips were her weakness.

Scarlett turned away, and towel dried her hands. She checked her watch. It was almost time for Tommy to return from the station. His duties ended early, and he wouldn't want to miss his game night, that unfortunately Tommy hosted at their house this evening. The familiar shudder ran through her.

She disliked game nights. Loathed it, in fact.

The house boasted four bedrooms, a large living room with a study, and three bathrooms. But the chef's kitchen was Scarlett's favorite place. She held pride in her perfect home as she got out the hoover and plugged it into the living room socket. The grey carpets were vacuumed, from left to right, methodically. Everything was neatly placed, all furniture dusted and smelled of pine. The windows shined, the floors gleamed, and not a dish in the sink.