My Mafia Husband Regrets Treating Me Horribly
Damian was the fearsome don of a mafia family, but I was his sole weakness.
In order to marry me, a poor girl from the slums, he was punished by his family sixteen times, and the scars on his back remained terrifying, even to this date.
To make me happy, he killed one of the best arms dealers in the world just to get the blue crystal I had mentioned offhandedly once.
He built a manor named “One and Only” for me and swore that I was his one and only true love.
I had thought that our happiness would last forever, until the day I saw him cradling a pair of twins in another manor.
The twins’ mother was my mortal enemy. She had once had someone break my ribs and stuff dirt into my mouth.
Hence, on the day of our wedding anniversary, I prepared a grand gift for him: a private jet that exploded and plummeted into the ocean, along with a charred wedding ring.
In my world, betrayal never led to forgiveness, only abandonment.