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After my rebirth, I ignored every call from my mob boss husband. I deleted every text without reading. I spent my days in bars with my best friends, surrounded by eager young men wagging their tails. When I stumbled home drunk for the eighth time, Dominic Vance was blocking the front door. "Where did the guy who bought you drinks touch you tonight?" I giggled, eyes blurry. "My hand. Where else? The dice cup won't shake itself." A storm brewed in his eyes. He ordered the henchman behind him: "Go. Find that man. Chop off his hand." I scoffed and walked past him. "Whatever!" In my past…