After My Divorce, I Became the Godfather’s XXL Wife，spoiled by his family!

After My Divorce, I Became the Godfather’s XXL Wife，spoiled by his family!
My husband threw me out because, according to him, I ate too much.

The night I signed the divorce papers, I walked away with almost nothing. I had 1 duffel bag and $36 in my pocket. Rain fell across the city as I wandered the streets with nowhere to go and no idea what I was supposed to do next.

Then I saw a flyer attached to a utility pole.

“Stepmother needed. Room and board included.”

That piece of paper changed my life.

I followed the address printed beneath the notice and eventually found myself standing outside the estate of Luca Castellano, the head of 1 of New York’s oldest Mafia families.

As I entered the mansion, the butler walking beside me carried himself with quiet arrogance.

“The Don needs a mother for his child, not a wife. Get that straight. The Don is highly attractive. Don’t get any ideas.”

I lowered my head, secretly delighted.

The arrangement sounded perfect.

What they needed, essentially, was an upscale nanny. After what I had just escaped, the last thing I wanted was another husband. Free lodging in a mansion felt close to a miracle.

“Don’t worry,” I told him. “I won’t get any ideas.”

We were passing a room with its door slightly open when a gunshot cracked through the hallway.

A man collapsed to the floor.

Through the narrow opening, I recognized a face I had seen in The New York Times.

The butler barely reacted.

“The Don is handling some business. Don’t take it personally.”

After changing into dry clothes, I was taken to the dining room.

At opposite ends of a long wooden table sat a father and son locked in a tense standoff.

The murderous expression I had glimpsed earlier was gone. In its place was the exhausted helplessness of a father who had apparently met an opponent he could not defeat.

“Just 1 bite,” Luca said. “1 tiny bite. Is that too much to ask?”

The situation was almost absurd.

This was a man who could deal with traitors and torture enemies, yet a little boy refusing dinner had completely defeated him.

Apparently, feeding his son was harder than running an empire.

“The candidate is here, Don.”

So it was real.

No dream. No scam.

New York’s most feared man had no reason to trick a homeless nobody like me.

“My name is Nora Bennett.”

This was my interview.

If I failed, I would probably spend the night sleeping on a train.

I put on my warmest smile and stepped toward the boy.

He immediately disappeared beneath the table. Only his large, round, dark eyes remained visible as he glared at me.

“Make her leave. You’re all bad women.”

He had apparently already gone through countless prospective stepmothers before me.

Then he added, “You’re ugly. Go away.”

I was annoyed for half a second.

Then I reminded myself he was only a child.

I looked around the room and noticed action figures everywhere.

I picked up 2 of them from the coffee table, crouched beside the table, and held up a spoon.

“Don’t worry. I’m not feeding you. I’m feeding him.”

I pretended to scoop up some food and held the spoon to the little hero’s mouth.

“Come on. Open wide. You heroes skip dinner? Look at those skinny little arms and legs. You can’t protect anybody like that.”

I moved toward the vegetables.

“Oh, little hero wants spinach. Good choice. Spinach makes you strong.”

The boy swallowed visibly.

I pretended not to notice that he looked close to tears.

“Wait. Little hero, can you share some with him? If he wants to grow big and strong, he has to eat too.”

I nodded the toy’s head solemnly, then looked toward the boy.

“You want to be strong, little man?”

He nodded.

“Just a tiny bite. Only a little. We don’t want you getting stronger than little hero. He’d be sad.”

Before the spoon even reached him, the boy lunged forward with his mouth open.

“Why can’t I have vegetables? Are you scared I’m going to be stronger than little hero?”

I glanced toward Luca.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a genuine smile of approval.

I moved into the mansion that same night.

The butler showed me my room, then gave me 1 final warning.

“Never go to the 3rd floor.”

His voice lowered.

“The last woman who sneaked up there and tried to get into Don Luca’s bed was thrown out of a 2nd-story window.”

I thought about the gunshot I had heard less than an hour earlier and nodded quickly.

“I promise.”

Later, I changed into the silk pajamas that had been placed in my closet.

Looking at myself, I muttered, “Damn it. I seriously need to lose weight.”

A message came almost immediately.

“Come downstairs. We need to talk.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Luca was sitting in the living room with his legs crossed, slowly swirling a glass of whiskey.

I tugged awkwardly at the hem of my pajamas, trying to hide my stomach.

“You’re good with children,” he said. “Do you have any of your own?”

“No.”

I explained that I had helped raise my ex-husband’s nephew for 2 years.

His family had called me a glutton who made no money. They forced me to quit my job, fired the nanny, then dumped the child on me.

I had not been treated like a daughter-in-law.

I had been an unpaid babysitter.

“Your file says you’re divorced.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“He was ashamed of my body. He looked down on my small-town background.”

Luca’s expression barely changed.

“Only a coward would say something like that.”

Then he returned to the reason I was there.

“You saw the advertisement. I’m looking for a mother for Leo, not a date for myself.”

He explained that his enemies had terrified Leo when the boy was very young. Since then, Leo had never felt safe. He hated going outside and had no friends.

Luca worked long hours and needed someone patient enough to stay with him.

Then came the condition I had not expected.

“We’ll sign a prenuptial agreement. Everything stays separate. Especially what happens in the bedroom.”

I looked into his eyes, and my heart skipped.

My ex-husband and I had signed a similar prenup because of the difference in our backgrounds. When our marriage ended, I walked away penniless.

A Mafia family as powerful as the Castellanos would naturally be even more cautious.

“I understand. Honestly, if you only need someone around the house, we don’t have to make it legal. I don’t mind skipping all the paperwork.”

Luca shook his head, leaned forward, and tapped his fingers lightly against the table.

“The marriage is for Leo. He needs a mother’s love. Something stable and lasting. Marriage is the strongest contract there is.”

“Fine. We’ll do it your way.”

“You’ll receive a monthly allowance of $100,000.”

That was the part that immediately caught my attention.

“If we ever divorce, will the money you’ve already given me still be mine?”

“Of course. It’s yours.”

“Then okay.”

“As for sex, I have no expectations of you. Just stay on the 2nd floor.”

“Of course.”

And so, 3 days after signing my divorce papers, I got married again.

There was no ceremony.

In that respect, it was much like my 1st wedding.

But during dinner, Luca unexpectedly slid a ring across the table toward me.

It was the Castellano family signet ring.

“There’s no need to do this,” I said.

Sebastian, my ex-husband, had never even given me his family ring.

I told myself Luca was doing this only for Leo. The boy needed the illusion of a real home.

I remained silent for a moment before taking the ring.

“I’ll keep it safe.”

That night, I had just climbed into bed when my door creaked open.

Leo stood there barefoot, his hair wild from sleep and dinosaur pajamas hanging loosely around him.

“What’s wrong, little man?”

“Nora, can you read me a bedtime story? I can ask Dad to give you more money.”

“Come here.”

I pulled back the covers.

Leo scrambled into bed beside me as though he had been waiting all day for permission.

The following morning, the butler informed Luca that Leo had slept in my room.

Luca froze.

“I’ll add another $50,000 to your monthly allowance.”

“Mr. Castellano, that’s really too much.”

“Not even close.”

My ex’s voice flashed through my memory.

“You’re an eyesore. You do nothing but eat and sleep.”

I looked back at Luca.

“You’re really too generous. I like Leo. He’s a good kid. Reading him a story is no trouble at all.”

At that moment, Leo walked over and wrapped his small warm hand around my finger.

He looked up at me with huge dark eyes.

Luca noticed.

“Another $50,000. You’ve earned it.”

“It’s really not necessary.”

“It’s not up for negotiation.”

I gave in and thanked him.

From that day forward, Leo became my little shadow.

Luca remained occupied with deals, guns, and bloodshed, and eventually he was gone for an entire month.

Inside that enormous mansion, it was mostly Leo and me.

I poured everything I had into keeping him happy.

During that period, I also returned to the doctor.

“Good. Your depression is improving. Take it slowly and try to relax.”

I picked up my prescription and medication.

Leo was waiting in the hospital lobby with his little hero toy.

“Nora, are you sick?”

I looked at him.

“When I was teeny tiny, I didn’t eat and got super sick,” he said. “Promise you won’t do that to yourself. Does it hurt? Here. You can have my candy. Dad says it makes the pain go away.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them.

Another memory came back.

“I have depression.”

“Quit faking sick just for attention.”

The nephew I had raised for 2 years had stood beside his mother when she returned and called me fat and ugly.

But this 4-year-old Mafia heir was pressing his last piece of candy into my hand.

“I’m going to eat all my meals so I can grow up and protect you.”

“Then you’d better grow up fast, sweetheart.”

When we walked out of the hospital, a black Maybach was waiting at the curb.

Luca leaned against it.

He pulled Leo into his arms and seemed surprised by how calm and composed the boy was.

“Dad,” Leo said, “as long as I’m with Nora, you don’t have to worry anymore.”

That night, Luca attempted to raise my allowance again.

This time, he even offered me a black card.

I refused immediately.

For the 1st time, I heard him laugh.

“Nora, you must want something.”

I thought about it.

“Can you help me find a used car under $5,000? That way I can take Leo out without relying on a driver.”

“Take any car you want from the garage.”

“Your cheapest car is worth $250,000. I’m not driving that.”

“Fine.”

The following morning, an old sedan was parked beside Luca’s black Bentley.

He had also brought in a psychiatrist from out of town to examine me.

The diagnosis matched what the hospital had already told me, but this time I was prescribed imported brand-name medication that I never could have afforded on my own.

The psychiatrist turned to Luca.

“Your wife needs company. Keep her stress-free.”

“I will.”

The next day, I took Leo out.

He had always been insecure and barely knew the world beyond the mansion, so I wanted to show it to him.

Our 1st stop was an amusement park.

Leo grabbed my hand and pulled me from place to place, insisting on photographs.

Afterward, I took him to a farmers market.

He had never been anywhere like it.

“I don’t want to carry this, Leo. My hands are full.”

“It’s only a few steps. Just this once, okay?”

“And no more ordering lobster.”

“Nora?”

I knew that voice.

Sebastian.

My ex-husband stood nearby in a perfectly tailored suit, his hair immaculate, looking as though he had stepped directly from a magazine cover.

It had been 5 weeks since our divorce.

My stomach tightened the instant I saw him.

Sebastian and I had met in college.

He came from 1 of those elite Wall Street families, the golden boy of high finance. He had ignored every objection from his relatives to marry me.

At our wedding, he promised to protect me for life.

Then he took control of Crane Capital.

After that, he began finding fault with everything I did.

He wanted me to quit my job.

He expected me to take care of his parents, watch his sister’s child, cook, clean, and do the laundry.

I did all of it because I loved him.

I had never been loved properly by my own family and did not know any better.

Then, one day, I found Sebastian in a private club with another woman sitting on his lap.

My entire world collapsed.

I cried.

I screamed.

I begged him to promise it would stop.

The entire Crane family said I was overreacting.

“What successful man doesn’t have something on the side?”

Sebastian said I had been spoiled rotten.

Then he blocked my number and stopped coming home.

My depression became worse.

I finally filed for divorce.

Sebastian thought I was bluffing.

His family told him not to let me win.

His lawyer prepared the documents.

I signed them in 7 seconds and walked away with nothing.

4 years of dating.

3 years of marriage.

Finished.

Now Sebastian looked at me standing beside Leo.

“Ivy League degree, and here you are playing nanny. What were you thinking?”

“Not your business.”

“Nora, try to understand. The day you married into the Crane family, you represented the Crane name.”

“Sebastian, we’re divorced. I have nothing to do with your family anymore.”

“Even divorced, you’re my ex-wife. People still bring me up when they talk about you. Stop embarrassing me. Use your head for once. Stop being emotional all the time.”

He looked me over.

“A few weeks out here and I bet you already miss being Mrs. Crane, don’t you? Admit you were wrong and I’ll think about taking you back. The women outside the marriage were nothing. I haven’t replaced you. The position is still open.”

He smiled as though he were offering me mercy.

“Swallow your pride. Apologize to my mother and my sister.”

“Don’t bother holding the position. Give it to someone else. I’m not interested.”

On the drive home, my phone rang from an unfamiliar number.

It was Connor.

I had blocked the rest of the Cranes, but not him. Children could not choose their parents.

“Hey, Connor.”

“Nora, you divorced loser. My mom wants to talk to you.”

My throat tightened.

Then Cassandra Crane came onto the phone.

“Nora, Sebastian tells me you’re working as a nanny. Have you ever thought about anyone but yourself? You’re slapping Sebastian in the face. You’re slapping the Crane name. What does that look like to people?”

I said nothing.

“I always said it. You’ll never rise above your roots. Trash dressed in silk.”

I hung up.

I blocked her number.

Then I pulled the car over.

I collapsed against the steering wheel and cried.

I cried until breathing hurt.

I cried until I felt so empty there was nothing left.

Eventually, I sat upright and wiped my face, exhaustion settling into my bones.

“Nora. Here.”

I had forgotten Leo was in the back seat.

He was holding out a tissue from his car seat, his large sad eyes fixed on me.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Did I scare you?”

“I’m not scared. You can cry as long as you want. I’ll wait. Adults crying isn’t shameful. I won’t laugh.”

I took the tissue.

“Thanks, my little gentleman. Auntie’s done now. No more crying. Let’s go home.”

I went to bed early that night and skipped dinner.

Then someone knocked.

“Nora, can I come in?”

I tightened my robe carefully, making sure nothing showed.

Luca entered wearing a shirt that made the snake tattoo on his body even more noticeable. His dark hair fell loosely over his forehead, and he carried a glass of whiskey. He looked less controlled than I had ever seen him.

He sat in the chair beside my bed.

His gaze moved briefly toward my damp collarbone, then immediately shifted to the wall as though he had been caught looking.

“The clothes in your closet,” he said. “You never wear any of them.”

“They’re too nice. I’m not used to them.”

I had learned something during my marriage to Sebastian.

Never force yourself into a world that does not belong to you.

The fall is uglier when they eventually shove you out.

“Are they not your style? I’ll have the designer come and fit you for new ones.”

“No, no. Mr. Castellano, I’m in the house all day with Leo. There’s nowhere to wear those kinds of clothes.”

“I heard you saw your ex today.”

I froze.

“His name is Crane? Crane Capital?”

Leo had clearly told him.

“Yes.”

“That Crane.”

Luca’s expression hardened.

“Old news, Nora. Since you came here, Leo has been a different child. Thank you.”

His eyes remained serious on mine.

I shifted uncomfortably.

“You pay me very well. It’s what I’m here for.”

“Nora, ask me for anything. I can probably make it happen.”

“Mr. Castellano, I don’t need anything.”

He remained silent for a long moment.

His fingers tightened against his knee, then relaxed.

Finally, he stood.

“I’ll say this again. I’m the Don of the Castellano family. If you want, I can make sure he never speaks again by tomorrow.”

I instinctively stepped backward, still not accustomed to Luca standing that close to me.

Without warning, he reached forward and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Did I scare you?”

I said nothing.

His hand moved slowly away from my cheek.

A faint smile touched his mouth.

Then he left.

For the next 2 weeks, Luca began coming home early.

He ate dinner with Leo and me.

Sometimes we played board games afterward.

Sometimes we watched a movie.

A man who controlled half of New York’s underworld did not change his schedule without a reason.

I started worrying that something had gone wrong with the family business.

Not that I cared about him.

I cared very much about my $150,000 a month.

“Mr. Castellano, you don’t have to keep coming home this early. Leo has me. If you have business, go take care of it.”

Luca picked up a red Lego brick.

His voice remained perfectly neutral.

“The psychiatrist said you need family. Leo and I are your family now. We have responsibilities.”

Since when were we a family?

I wanted to say it but did not.

Honestly, Leo was enough.

“The doctor said most of my improvement is because of him.”

Luca rubbed his chin and avoided eye contact.

I took Leo’s hand.

“Come on, buddy. Story time. Daddy still has work.”

Leo and I were almost through the doorway when Luca stopped me.

“Nora.”

I turned.

His ears were faintly pink.

He cleared his throat.

“Tomorrow night there’s an event. Plus-ones are required. Would you come with me?”

“Me?”

“You. I don’t have time to find someone else. I’ll pay you an appearance fee.”

A man who looked like Luca Castellano could not find a date within 24 hours?

I decided not to think too much about it.

There was money involved.

“Sure. I don’t know the social rules in your world, though. I don’t want to embarrass you.”

The Cranes had been wealthy too, but Sebastian had never brought me to events.

His mother had always said the same thing.

“She doesn’t know how to behave in public. Don’t let her embarrass us.”

Luca’s expression eased.

“Stand beside me. That’s all.”

Then he added, “If you want, I can make the gossipers shut up permanently.”

The butler spoke from nearby.

“Miss Bennett, you don’t need to know the rules. The Don is the rules.”

It was difficult to argue with that.

The following afternoon, a design team arrived at the mansion.

5 people, most flown in from Paris.

Hair.

Makeup.

Dress.

Jewelry.

They debated every detail for 20 minutes at a time.

By the time Luca came home, I was beginning to feel sick thinking about how much money I was wearing.

He entered the room, saw me, and stopped.

For a brief instant, something crossed his face.

Almost shock.

Then he controlled it.

“Daddy,” Leo said, “look how pretty Nora is. Call her Mom.”

I turned toward him.

“It’s okay. I like Nora. It makes me feel young.”

That evening, we attended a charity gala at the Plaza.

Every major name in New York seemed to be there.

Old money.

Bigger money.

Political figures.

Faces I recognized from newspapers.

And several faces I understood were better left unrecognized.

People surrounded Luca almost immediately.

Eventually, the attention shifted to me.

“Mr. Castellano, who is the beautiful lady?”

I spoke quickly to save him from having to explain.

“I’m a friend of Mr. Castellano’s.”

“My wife,” Luca said.

The atmosphere around us changed instantly.

Polite gasps followed.

Compliments came from every direction.

Heat spread across my face and down to my collarbone.

Luca squeezed my hand and leaned toward me.

“Nora, is being my wife really that embarrassing? You couldn’t say it?”

I could smell bourbon and cedar on his breath.

“No. I just didn’t want to embarrass you.”

His eyes darkened.

He looked at me with an intensity that made me turn away.

“Only a weak man is embarrassed by his wife.”

“I’ll get a drink.”

I escaped toward the champagne tower.

I had been hiding there for perhaps 90 seconds when another voice reached me.

There was no date beside him.

Only Sebastian.

His expression was pure disbelief.

“It is you. I almost didn’t recognize you. I’ve never seen you look like this.”

I stepped back.

“Stay away from me.”

“Nora, about my sister’s call. That wasn’t me. I never authorized that.”

He lowered his voice.

“The truth is, I only agreed to the divorce to teach you a lesson. A difficult wife needed reminding. I never actually planned to let you go.”

I stared at him.

“Apologize to my mother and my sister and we’ll remarry. I’ll forget the rest.”

Then the desperation beneath his arrogance began to show.

“Crane Capital is bleeding right now. I’m in trouble. Stop making things harder for me.”

He reached for my hand.

It was the Sebastian routine.

1 slap.

1 kiss.

For 3 years, he had kept me trapped inside that cycle.

But I was no longer the Nora he had married.

I pulled my hand away.

“Sebastian, divorced means divorced. I would rather sleep under the Brooklyn Bridge than wear your last name again. Find somebody else for that throne.”

His expression hardened.

“Still stubborn. You haven’t suffered enough. Come find me after you’ve actually been broken.”

That was when Luca started walking toward us.

Sebastian’s entire posture changed.

“Nora, we’ll talk later. There’s a heavyweight I need to corner. Don’t get in the way.”

He pasted on his best business smile and stepped in front of Luca with a card already in his hand.

“Don, I’m Sebastian Crane. Crane Capital. I’d like to discuss the mandate you pulled.”

Luca stopped.

“For 5 years, Crane Capital handled the books on every fund Castellano Holdings put into the market,” Sebastian continued. “Then you cut us out overnight. If we fell short, tell me where. Whatever you need, I’ll make it right.”

He almost bowed.

Luca looked straight past him.

At me.

“Nora, what do you think? Should I give him another chance?”

Sebastian’s smile froze.

“Nora? What does she have to do with this?”

He laughed nervously.

“Mr. Castellano, you should know Nora is my ex-wife. I don’t know how she got in here tonight. She’s probably trying to ambush me into some kind of reconciliation. She’s just a housewife. Pay her no mind.”

Luca did not even look at him.

“Nora. Your call. I’ll follow your lead.”

I kept my voice calm.

“Mr. Crane just asked me not to interfere in his business conversation. I’d hate to interfere.”

Sebastian’s face tightened.

“A man’s business is none of your concern. Of course. Small-town instincts.”

Luca’s voice became cold.

“Then I assume my wife doesn’t approve of Crane Capital.”

He paused.

“We’ll have to pass.”

His arm settled around my shoulders.

Then he turned us toward the bar.

Sebastian remained standing where we had left him, his mind still trying to catch up.

A man in a tuxedo brushed past him.

“Crane, you insulted the Don’s wife. You stepped on a live mine. That’s the only woman who has been on his arm in 20 years.”

“Castellano’s wife? Impossible. That woman is a nanny in the Castellano house. A fancy dress doesn’t make a duchess.”

The man shook his head and walked away.

“Some idiots won’t listen. Let them die.”

That night, Luca bid on a Picasso study and 3 pieces of wartime jewelry.

A total of $180,000,000 in collectibles was donated to a children’s hospital under my name.

After that, the gala became a receiving line.

“Mrs. Castellano, there’s a small tea at my home next week. Would you grace us?”

“My husband is bidding on a Castellano project. Perhaps just a quiet word to the Don?”

I had never stood on this side of a room before.

I drank 3 glasses of champagne simply to keep my hand steady.

When I reached for a 4th, Luca intercepted it.

“My wife isn’t a drinker. I’ll take hers.”

He drank for me 3 more times.

By the time we slid into his Rolls-Royce, we were both intoxicated.

I glanced out the window.

Sebastian stood on the curb watching us, his mouth curled into that familiar ugly smirk, as though I were still the joke.

I closed the curtain.

Then I turned toward Luca.

“Mr. Castellano, thank you for tonight. For what you did with Sebastian.”

“Nora, we’re husband and wife. Stop thanking me.”

His voice was low, softened by alcohol.

“We’re husband and wife on paper. You didn’t have to do any of that.”

His arm lifted.

Long fingers tilted my chin upward.

His thumb moved slowly along my jaw.

“Nora, what if I don’t want a paper marriage anymore?”

He was too close.

His face looked carved from something dangerous.

His eyes had gone almost black.

Heat from his breath touched my throat.

He smelled like bourbon, cedar cologne, and something that was simply him.

The most controlled man in New York was looking at my mouth as though he wanted it.

“Mr. Castellano, you’ve had too much to drink.”

He released me immediately.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I had too much.”

The rest of the drive passed in silence.

A heavy, humming silence with my pulse beating loudly in my ears.

Leo saved me when we reached the mansion.

He ran toward the front door carrying his picture book.

I scooped him into my arms and took him upstairs before I had to look Luca in the face again.

After putting Leo to bed, I opened my laptop and began scrolling through job listings.

Sebastian had been right about 1 thing.

My Ivy League degree should not be wasted sitting inside a mansion and playing house.

I had already made that mistake once.

I had stayed home.

I had made myself smaller.

Then, the moment Sebastian no longer needed me, he had thrown me into the street with nothing.

I would not allow that to happen twice.

While Leo needed me, I had a place here.

But what would happen the day he no longer did?

Physically and mentally, I was not ready to return to work yet.

Still, learning the market and updating my résumé could not hurt.

Then my phone lit up with a message from Luca.

The butler normally handled his coffee, and the 1st rule of the house had always been clear.

Never go to the 3rd floor.

I ground fresh espresso anyway.

Then I stood at the bottom of the staircase and hesitated.

Was this some kind of test?

Had the previous applicant been thrown from a window after being summoned upstairs?

Was Luca taking revenge for what had happened in the car?

I called him.

“Mr. Castellano, your coffee is ready. Come down and get it.”

“Bring it up.”

I turned on the recording function on my phone.

If he tried anything inappropriate, I wanted proof.

I climbed the stairs.

I knocked.

“Come in.”

I opened the door.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Luca had just stepped out of the shower.

A black silk robe was tied loosely around his waist. A drop of water slid from his jaw, down his throat, and disappeared beneath the open fabric.

It looked like something out of a Renaissance painting.

He took the coffee from me.

His fingertips deliberately brushed mine.

“That scared of me, Nora?”

I said nothing.

“Am I a monster?”

Still nothing.

“Nora, from now on, you can come into my room whenever you want.”

My face burned.

The rules of the house were beginning to break.

And so were the rules of my heart.