Too Late, Mr. Capo: Watch Me Shine

For our third wedding anniversary, I wore the thin floral dress my husband demanded and made his favorite traditional broth. I just wanted to be the perfect Mafia wife.

But halfway up a freezing mountain, he played a voice message from his secretary.

"Leave her on the roadside. Take her phone and coat. Let's see if she crawls back begging on her knees."

To my absolute horror, my husband actually pulled over, dragged me out into the dirt, and drove away.

He left me at nine degrees below zero. When I nearly died in the snow instead of begging, he launched a vicious smear campaign.