The Broken Artist's Spectacular Mafia Comeback

I forged the blueprints that crowned my husband a mafia Capo, saving him when he was nothing.

But after he rose to power, he favored his new female associate, Gia, and handed her my life's work—my coded art book.

When I went to retrieve it, Gia slashed my right hand with a switchblade, severing my tendons. My career as an artist died on that floor.

My husband rushed into the room, looked at my destroyed hand—and stepped past me to shield her.

"Have you lost your mind? She was just following my orders!"

He saw what she had done. He chose to look away.

He protected the woman who mutilated me, blaming me for starting the fight.

I stared at the man I had spent four years building from pieces.

He was protecting another woman, willfully blind to the fact that I was the true architect of his empire.

Why did I sacrifice everything for a man whose memory and conscience were so easily corrupted?

Without a word, I walked past them, letting my blood drip onto his expensive leather shoes.

I calmly called the syndicate Enforcers to report a theft, filed for divorce, and froze all his assets.

He thought my life was over. He forgot that the woman who built his empire with her right hand could tear it down with her left.