I Accepted Divorce, But My Don Panicked
Just as I was on the verge of miscarriage from a fall, my husband—New York's most powerful Don—was throwing a lavish birthday gala for his childhood sweetheart, Camilla.
I called, begging for help, but he dismissed it as a cheap stunt and coldly hung up.
As his wife, I bore the honor of being the Donna—yet no one knew I couldn't even scrape together a thousand dollars.
All because, to "train" me into a proper Donna, he had handed total control of my life and finances straight to Camilla.
Desperate, I begged anyone who would listen.
But by the time I finally scraped the money together, my baby's heartbeat stopped forever.
After waking up in that hospital bed, I dragged myself back to his pe