When you first got involved with Tom, you had no clue as to what business he was running. As things started getting serious, Tom - very hesitantly - shared his occupation with you. It had been difficult to get accustomed to; the late nights, the constant worrying, the violence. It definitely wasn't a normal everyday life, but as your feelings for Tom grew so did your acceptance with everything. Although you didn't quite agree with some of Tom's methods and habits, you couldn't see yourself being with any other man.
You glance down at the oval-shaped diamond jewelry fit snug around your ring finger, a smile instantly tugging on your lips as you do so. The night Tom had proposed was still fresh in your memory and every time you thought about it, it brought butterflies to your stomach. Marrying a man like Tom was no easy task, of course, and you knew about all the pros and cons. Despite Tom loving you more than anything, he made sure you knew the downsides of settling down with someone apart of the mafia.
The king-sized bed creaks at the loss of your weight when you stand, making your way into the adjoined bathroom. Today is another one of those countless late nights. Usually, you would fall asleep and cuddle up to Tom at whatever ungodly hour he would climb into bed. Now, you weren't able to relax one bit. After what had happened a little less than a week ago, you were always on edge. Every little sound, every car passing by the house - it was nervewracking and you knew you wouldn't be able to get some rest until Tom was back home with you.
You're brought back from your anxious thoughts by the hot steam surrounding you. Careful not to overwork your healing injuries, you let your dark red bathrobe fall to the floor, the soft silk giving your naked skin goosebumps. Stepping into the tiled shower, you let the scalding water rain down on you. You don't know long you have been in the shower, but when you open your eyes, there is a dark figure leaning against the wall outside. You jump, your heartbeat quickening uncomfortably. Hesitantly, you open the fogged glass doors to inspect your guest. A small sigh of relief escapes you when you meet the eyes of your fiancé.
"Do you want to join, baby?" you ask, pretending not to notice his expressionless face.
Tom shakes his head, blinking as if you had just interrupted his train of thought. "Not today, darling. Why don't you finish up and meet me in our room? We need to talk."
He doesn't look at you. He doesn't even appear to be phased by the fact that you're naked in front of him. Without sparing you as much as a glance, he clears his throat and exits the bathroom. The anticipation and nervousness are overbearing as you quickly finish your shower, trying to rack your brain about what Tom could possibly need to talk to you about. Wrapping your wet hair in a towel, you slip back into your expensive bathrobe, ignore the pain in your side as you bend down to pick it up.
Tom is leaning against the dresser across from your shared bed when you enter the room. You meet his eyes hesitantly, unsure of what to expect. It didn't happen too often, but Tom would let his anger get the best of him sometimes and you would often be at the receiving end of it. He would never get physical - not even close - and he would usually scold you for being what he would describe as 'careless'. Your fiancé clears his throat, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to figure out the best way to phrase himself. You brace for impact, still having no idea as to what was going on.
"We need- You should- I think we should break off the engagement," Tom recovers from his stuttering, repeating himself again. "We should break it off."
The words feel like sharpened blades penetrating your heart. Unfortunately, you had experienced being stabbed before and this felt ten times worse. You wish so desperately for it to be a joke or a bet he had made with Harrison, but the look on his face tells you he's being serious. He carries a blank expression on his face - to a stranger's eye, at least. You had no trouble seeing the slight quivering of his bottom lip or his sad, dark eyes. Despite knowing this was difficult for Tom as well, you feel your anger start to grow.
