After the Third Time
I was the person Henry Johnson, the head of the San Nello mafia, loved more than anyone else.
He loved me with absolute devotion.
During our three years of marriage, he spoiled me endlessly and treated me like a princess.
Yet this same man, who claimed to love me so deeply, divorced me three times, each time for the sake of his childhood sweetheart.
The first time, intimate photos of them at the airport went viral.
That very night, he placed the divorce papers in front of me.
"Selena," he said, "Melanie's father once saved my life. I can't allow her to be condemned as a homewrecker. Let's divorce for now. Once this storm passes, we'll remarry."
With my heart in pieces, I signed the pa
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