Jilted Ex-Fiancée? The Ruthless Mafia Heiress!

I was supposed to be his wife. Instead, he made me his punchline.

For five years, I hid who I was to build a life with Dominic. I patched up his wounds, bankrolled his dreams, and convinced myself his coldness was just the pressure of the game. I curated the flowers, the music, the guest list—three hundred pages of love poured into a single day. He repayed me by planting a microphone and a mistress.

I heard everything. The mockery. The plot to humiliate me in front of five hundred guests. The sound of his lips on hers.

So I did the one thing he never expected. I walked.