My Salvation, My Damnation
I used to think my husband was the angel who saved me from the depths of hell.
Five years ago, I would have died for my ex-fiance, Marco Lombardi, but his carelessness caused Mom's kidneys to fail. He ignored 99 of my calls, and with an empty bank account, I couldn't even afford the surgery to donate my kidney to her.
Only later did I discover that during that time, he was having romantic getaways with my stepsister, Penny Rossi.
When I hit rock bottom, mafia Don Leon Costa showed up. He got me the best doctors, handled everything when Mom died, and even proposed to me when I was a complete mess.
In our five years of marriage, he has spoiled me rotten. I've almost forgotten how much Marco and Penny hurt me.
Then, today, I overhear his phone call with Penny. "Leon, thank you for giving my sister's kidney to my mother back then."
My beloved husband just brushes it off. "Don't worry about it. I'll look after your sister. She won't ever know."
He laughs quietly, and his voice is full of warmth. "You know I hate seeing you cry."