Betrayed By The Don: Her Ultimate Escape

On our anniversary, I was basting the roast when my husband’s encrypted laptop lit up on the kitchen counter.

Alex Bradley, the ruthless Underboss of New York, never made mistakes. But tonight, he left a chat room open.

The notification shattered my world: "Is the idiot eating the dog food yet?"

It was from his mistress, Charlotte.

They were betting on whether I would eat the red velvet cake she had spiked with her Rottweiler’s excrement.

I realized then that my marriage was a long-con. I was just a "placeholder" wife to secure his promotion to Don.

To survive, I had to play the part.