He Never Loved Me,Until I Left

For four years, I was the invisible, obedient wife of Zane, the most terrifying mafia Don in the city. Everyone believed I was just a pathetic placeholder.

Then his first love, Scarlett, returned. Zane—a man who only handled top-tier Family business—personally stepped into a blood-feud to handle her extraction.

Leaked photos showed him shielding her from the rain. At a restaurant, he completely ignored my existence while sitting across from her. Scarlett even cornered me, mocking my one-sided crush.

"He only married you as a temporary measure," she sneered. "I want you to be prepared when he discards you."

The entire syndicate laughed at my impending downfall. The lower-ranking associates, who had ruthlessly bullied me for years, openly mocked my thin blood and prepared to welcome their true Queen. I suffered through panic attacks in the crushing dark of our penthouse, vomiting until my throat was raw.

I had endured their vicious abuse and his cold facade, foolishly craving the scraps of warmth he dropped behind him. Why was I always the indistinct shape in the corner of his life?

I refused to wait for him to discard me on his own terms, so I coldly demanded a divorce.

But instead of divorce papers, Zane left a thick, black dossier on his desk—meticulous blackmail material on every single associate who had ever made my life a living hell.

I slipped into a midnight-black silk gown and headed to the syndicate's lavish wedding gala, ready to burn them all down.