Happy Divorce, My Husband!

I used to be a mafia princess. Now? I’m just the help. I gave up my empire for love. Walked away from the Rossini name, the gold, the power—all for one promise Edmund made me on my eighteenth birthday. “One day, baby, I’ll take you around the world.” Thirty years later, I’m invisible in my own home. Mocked by my grandsons. Ignored by my son. And replaced—body and soul—by my perfect, venomous sister-in-law, Elizabeth. I knew. Everyone knew. Elizabeth was Edmund’s mistress. But I kept my mouth shut. I believed—foolishly—that Edmund would change. Then came my forty-eighth birthday. I dared to ask Edmund for one thing—a cruise. Just a simple cruise. He brushed me off like I was nothing. But the truth? The truth hit me like a bullet. I found their cruise tickets. Edmund and Elizabeth, sailing away with my son, my daughter-in-law, and my grandsons—all celebrating Elizabeth’s birthday. Me? I was left behind. I smiled, bitter and cold. Grabbed my suitcase. Booked the next flight back to my real home. Back to the dangerous daughter of a mafia king—the one Edmund always feared and the alliance he’s been desperate to control. That was the moment I found my voice—clear. Calm. Sharper than a blade. “The divorce papers are waiting for you.” There was a stunned pause, then Edmund’s voice cracked through the line, “You’re joking. You can’t divorce me.” I laughed. Cold. Cruel. Cutting through the silence like a knife. “I can.”