He Took My Ear,I Took His Empire

While I looked at the sonogram of our unborn child, my husband-the Don of the Falcone syndicate-handed me a blood-stained business card and ordered me to have an abortion.

He claimed our five-year marriage was a lie, a meticulously crafted pageant designed to keep me compliant while he secretly wed the girl I had rescued from a trafficking ring years ago.

He shoved a wad of cash into my chest, mocking me for being the daughter of the woman who destroyed his family, and told me to get the procedure done so I could return home to cook dinner for his new bride.