Too Late, Sir: We Left You

I was married to the city's most feared Mafia Boss, but for the past four years, his true priority was always the widow of his fallen Capo.

He claimed it was his sacred duty to protect her and her son.

But this duty meant missing our seven-year-old son's birthday, giving my boy's custom-made present to the widow's child, and abandoning us every time she shed a fake tear.

Over thirty agonizing days, I meticulously taught my son to sever his emotional bond with his father.

I instructed him to stop saying 'Dad' and start addressing the Don coldly as 'Sir'.