His Fake Marriage Cost Him Everything

Right before our blood-alliance anniversary, my husband, who had always put the Family's business above home, gave me seven days off for the first time ever.

He didn't just arrange my round-trip passage to Scandinavia himself; he laid out the whole itinerary, right down to a place I'd once mentioned loving, the aurora cabins under the northern lights, far past the reach of any Falcone soldier.

Everyone said he'd finally come around, that the Don had finally learned to care for his wife.

Even I let myself believe that all those years of giving had finally paid off.