On their seventh anniversary, the Godmother heard her husband say it himself: he loved another woman—past all saving. No tears. No fight. She just booked him a ticket to Paris. What he didn't know: that one-way ticket wasn't sending away his lover. It was sending away her.
Ten years ago, she bet everything—her family, her fortune, her life—to turn a dock rat into a Godfather. Ten years later, he gave his loyalty, his warmth, his heart—all to someone else. So she pulled the plug. Settled every debt. Cut every tie. And took back the name "Mrs. Nell had buried for years.
When he finally looked up—the mansion was still there, the empire still stood. But the woman who bled through hell for him? Already gone. The day she crowned herself in Paris, he learned the truth: Losing her was the longest death sentence he'd ever serve.
