The Don Lost His Love
My husband was Damian, the Don of the Manhattan Mafia.
Everyone thought he worshipped me, but the second his childhood sweetheart, Sophia, came back, I became invisible. He ditched me for her over and over again.
It all broke when I started miscarrying. Even as my blood stained his car seat, he didn't even flinch. He just shoved me out of the car.
"Sophia has a severe phobia of blood. You’re going to terrify her!"
I woke up in the hospital to a taunting text from her:
“I said I was a little hungry, and Damian actually got in the kitchen to cook for me. He spoils me way too much.”
The photo showed the most powerful man in the city personally making her a meal.
I didn't cry. I just called my mentor.
"Sir, I had thought it through, and I was accepting the invitation for that international medical research project. Get me out of here. The further, the better."
Since he couldn't let Sophia go, I decided to let them be.
In three days, I was leaving Damian’s world for good.