One Last Lie for My Mafia Husband

For four years, I was the invisible wife of Dante Vitiello, a ruthless mafia king. I endured his coldness and his mistress until I slid a "university form" across his desk. He signed it without a glance, never realizing he was finalizing our divorce. By the time the ink dried, I was gone. Now in Switzerland, I’m carrying the heir he doesn’t know exists. Dante is tearing the world apart to find me, but I have one message for the man who broke me: After that last lie, there are no more goodbyes.

For four years, I was the invisible wife of Dante Vitiello, a ruthless mafia king. I endured his coldness and his mistress until I slid a "university form" across his desk. He signed it without a glance, never realizing he was finalizing our divorce. By the time the ink dried, I was gone. Now in Switzerland, I’m carrying the heir he doesn’t know exists. Dante is tearing the world apart to find me, but I have one message for the man who broke me: After that last lie, there are no more goodbyes.