Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King

I was burning with a 104-degree fever when my mafia boss husband's mistress sent an emergency code, claiming he was bleeding out.

Too weak to stand, my mother-in-law took the medical supplies into the hurricane for me, only to be killed in a rival hit-and-run.

I dragged my sick body across enemy lines to finish the delivery, only to find my husband laughing with his mistress in his office.

"It was just a loyalty test to see how fast you'd react," she sneered.

When I told him his mother died for their sick game, he refused to believe me.