My Dead Husband Came Back With A New Family

For five years, I wore black, remaining a widow for him, bleeding for his memories. But he was still alive. I found him in the hospital, holding his new wife and daughter, whose name was chosen to represent our future. He didn't die to save me—he used me as a human shield and then escaped. Now, I've shed my mourning clothes, taken over my father's gang, and decided to live for myself.