The Don Wants Me Back in His Bed. But I Already Died There Once.

I died as the Don's wife. For years I ran his household, kept his name clean, and wasted away in silence. His last words to me? "Now it's just the two of us. Finally." He married me for my family's name. He loved her with everything else. Then I opened my eyes. Same day. He's about to choose her again — and this time, I'm going to let him. And when he comes crawling back, my door will already be closed.