Husband, Congratulations! I'm Dying

We’d been married eight years and fought every single day of it. Damon Whitlocke, my husband, my curse, and the mafia boss everyone feared, made sure I never forgot what it felt like to bleed.

I thought I’d seen it all... until the night he auctioned me off like property.

One night with me, to the highest bidder.

That was when I finally understood: I was never his wife. I was his revenge.

He said I killed his twin brother and the woman he loved. I didn’t. But he never cared about the truth. He only wanted me to suffer, to rot beside him, until I forgot who I was.

And maybe I did.