My Mafia Husband Regretted After I Faked My Death
My husband is the Don of the entire New York East Coast Mafia.
For ten years, I dimmed my own light to be his perfect silent partner, the dutiful wife who gave him the perfect heir.
I thought we were the lovers who wou ld die for each other.
Then came a mere associat.
My husband and son had formed an alliance with the woman who seem want to take my place.
But they just said, "Elena, you have the crown and the kingdom. She has nothing but us. Be generous."
So, to make her smile, my husband trampled on my dignity again and again.
To please her, my son affectionately calls her "Mom."
In their eyes, I was the iron wall, the woman who would swallow any insult for the sake of the family honor.
Until the fire.
My husband locked me inside the burning room, to let me "reflect" on my jealousy.
He didn't know that the fire didn't kill me. But it burned away the last ash of my love for him.