The Queen of Spades Walks Away

Summary

Ever since my rebirth, I've ignored every single phone call from my mob boss husband and deleted all his texts the second I read them.

I spent my days bar-hopping with my girls, surrounded by a pack of eager young men trying to get my attention.

When I stumbled home after my eighth hangover, practically running on fumes, Arthur was blocking the front door.

"Where did the guy who bought you drinks tonight touch you?"

I giggled, my eyes hazy with alcohol. "My hands, duh. How else was I supposed to shake the dice cup?"