Too Late To Love Your Drowned Wife

I gave up my champion swimming career and my pride to be the loyal wife of the most ruthless Don in the American Cosa Nostra.

But when his runaway mistress faked drowning in our estate pool, my husband didn't see me trying to save her.

He hauled her from the water, swaddling her in a thick towel, and stood over me as I bled on the hot flagstones.

To break my pride, he dragged me up ten flights of stairs by my wet hair.

"Please, she jumped!" I begged.

But he just stared at me with cold loathing and shoved me into the freezing rooftop water tank.