His Betrayal, My Mafia Revenge

The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother’s pregnant mistress’s feet, I knew my marriage was over.

He moved her into our home under the guise of “family duty,” forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.

The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother’s priceless necklace.

When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.

He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don—an act of war.

I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother’s grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.

Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.