From Unread To Cherished: My Mafia Second Chance

I was just trying to plug my mafia Capo boyfriend's backup phone into the charger.

The screen lit up, and I accidentally swiped into his encrypted chats.

There, I saw a glaring red dot next to every single voice message I had sent him over the past five years.

Thousands of seconds of my deepest fears, my unwavering love, and my midnight pleas for help had been completely ignored.

Yet, pinned at the very top was a chat with his female subordinate, Sophie.

He had listened to every sixty-second complaint she made about her bitter coffee, replying with meticulous, tender care.