A Year of Punishment
The day my mafia boss husband, Zann Lima, went bankrupt, a car accident crippled both his legs. He was paralyzed from the waist down.
I inherited his astronomical debt, and with it, the responsibility to care for him for the rest of his life.
For an entire year, I was beaten by debt collectors until I vomited blood, yet I couldn’t bear to buy painkillers.
I collapsed from exhaustion working eight jobs a day, yet I couldn’t bear to take a day off.
Every penny I earned went toward keeping Zann alive.
I believed this was love’s steadfast devotion, until one night, when I was delivering drinks at a club.
I stumbled upon the man who was supposed to be sitting and waiting for me at home in