Too Late To Love: The Don's Dying Wife

At my boyfriend's poorest moment, I suddenly broke up with him.

Later, he became a Don in the Mafia and married me by any means necessary.

Everyone said he loved me to the bone.

But every night, he brought different women home, deliberately trying to provoke me.

I asked no questions, shed no tears, and never disturbed his trysts with his mistresses.

He went crazy with rage instead, kissing me fiercely and demanding, "Why aren't you jealous?"

He didn't know I was sick. Dying.

While he was furiously taking his revenge on me, I was slowly walking toward death.