The Rejected Mafia Wife He Left To Die In The Cold
Language: en
After Rebirth, the second time my husband’s consigliere—the woman who would eventually replace me—slid a leather leash around my neck while I slept, I didn’t reach for the gun beneath the pillow. I didn’t scream, didn’t shatter the crystal, didn’t lose control and threaten to burn the estate down, the way I had the last time when Dante defended Zara Bellwether in front of the entire family. Instead, I gave Dante a brittle, empty smile. “She has nerve. You two enjoy the game.” I let the words hang there, heavy and final. “Consider our ten-year anniversary party cancelled. I’ll be leaving…