Divorcing The Don: Rise Of The Queen

For seven years, I was the dutiful wife of the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, enduring his coldness and his family's constant disdain.

Until a text from his new protégé lit up my phone during a syndicate dinner.

She was moving her exotic pet into my dead child's locked nursery.

When I confronted him, Dante didn't care. He publicly shattered a crystal glass just because my fingers had brushed it, treating my touch like a contagion.

His mother mocked my inferior bloodline in front of the hardened Capos, threatening to destroy my mother's diner if I didn't submit to the protégé.