El jefe de la mafia nunca me amó

I married mafia heir Vance at twenty and cared for his trauma for five years. He loathed my touch, burned my birthday gift, and let his beloved Iris wander his private study I was banned from. After he was drugged and hurt me cruelly, I begged the godfather for a divorce. When I packed bags and fled to the seaside to grab freedom, Vance broke down without me. He finally spilled his bloody childhood secret and composed a song only for me. Yet he signed divorce papers, gifting me freedom. Will we meet again after I leave everything behind?