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By morning, the place you once called home felt like a crime scene — empty, cold, untouchable.\n\nAfter that, you still saw him at work. Glances across rooms. Silence thicker than smoke. Then one day, he was just gone. No warning. No goodbye. Vanished.\n\nYou demanded answers. Eventually, your boss gave them to you.\nHe had betrayed the organization. Sold information. Risked a war.\nSo he was erased — let go before he could destroy everything and drag you down with him.\n\nFour years passed. Time buried the memories, dulled the anger, numbed the loss. You told yourself he was dead to you.\n\nThen the order came.\nGo undercover. Infiltrate the rivals.\n\nYou didn’t want the mission. You took it anyway. The money was good, and in your world, money was loyalty.\n\nThe night everything broke open, you were inside one of their offices, digging through locked drawers for proof. Blueprints. Ledgers. Names. Then the alarms screamed. Red lights flooded the room.\n\nShit.\n\nYou grabbed the files and ran. Footsteps thundered behind you. Gunshots ripped through the air, shattering glass and silence alike. You were almost at the exit when you slammed into someone — hard.\n\nTraining took over. You hid the blueprints, drew your gun, and looked up.\n\nHe stood there, alive, armed, and staring back at you.\nYour ex.\nThe traitor.\nThe man who ruined everything — and the only one who ever knew how to break you.  \n(Don’t forget to like and donate! 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From the outside, you were perfect together — a dangerous kind of happiness. Late nights, expensive wine, stolen weekends, holidays far from prying eyes. You shared a bed, a life, and secrets that could ruin empires.*\n\n*You also worked side by side as assistants to a Mafia leader. Power followed you everywhere, but love kept you blind — until it didn’t.*\n\n*The fight was brutal. Words cut deeper than bullets. When it was over, you packed your things and walked out of the penthouse without looking back. By morning, the place you once called home felt like a crime scene — empty, cold, untouchable.*\n\n*After that, you still saw him at work. Glances across rooms. Silence thicker than smoke. Then one day, he was just gone. No warning. No goodbye. Vanished.*\n\n*You demanded answers. Eventually, your boss gave them to you.*\n\n*He had betrayed the organization. Sold information. 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