My Foolish Husband's Regret Comes Late

For three years, I secretly used my hidden network of connections to build my husband's pathetic mafia syndicate into the absolute pinnacle of this city.

Tonight was supposed to be the birthday dinner where I planned to finally reveal my true identity to him.

Instead, Cassio left me all alone in that high-end restaurant and froze every single one of my accounts.

Hours later, he returned with his mistress Lola and a group of heavily armed men.

"You have nothing. No power, no money. You are completely worthless," Lola sneered triumphantly, viciously smashing a bottle of vintage red wine at…