Faking My Death for the Mafia Don

I was married to Vincent Rossi, the most feared Mafia Don on the East Coast. Two years ago, I secretly donated my bone marrow to save his life after a rival hit.

But his mistress, Sophia, stole my medical records and claimed the credit as his savior. She even announced she was carrying his heir.

Vincent believed her completely. When I brought him homemade broth at the clinic, he struck me to the floor in front of his armed guards.

"A Don does not wait. Least of all for a wife who fails to observe a simple schedule."

Later, Sophia deliberately threw herself against a glass table, faked a bloody miscarriage, and pointed her finger at me.

Vincent didn't even check the security footage before slapping me across the face and letting Sophia put a massive underworld bounty on my head.

I had sacrificed my health and youth for a man who didn't hesitate to let the entire city hunt me down like a traitor.

He protected a lying viper while destroying the only woman who ever truly bled for him.

So, I set up a dead-man's switch to expose Sophia's fake pregnancy and her affairs with rival soldiers to the entire Commission.

Then, I faked my own brutal death by throwing myself off a cliff right in front of his eyes.

Let the mighty Don weep over my casket and drown in his regrets, because I am leaving this hell to live for myself.