The Woman Who Discovered Her Marriage Was a Mission

On the day of my blood-bound union, the man I was promised to knelt before a phone and offered his devotion to my cousin. Marco streamed it for the whole Territory to witness, then the two of them slipped out of the church together, and I was left standing at the altar in my white dress, transformed into the most famous jilted bride the families had ever whispered about.

Lost, hollowed out, the object of pity from every boss in the room, I did not move. And then Salvatore Marchetti crossed that floor.