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 his wheelchair, now clinking glasses with his guests, who all revered him as Don!