Dante, the most powerful mafia don in the New York underworld, gave up his crown for the woman he loved and willingly became a stay-at-home husband for three years. He built a ten-billion-dollar business empire for her with his own hands—making her omelets, simmering soup, holding an umbrella for her every single day. What did he get in return? Her intimate tryst with a green-tea jerk in a couples' hotel. She gave away a million-dollar diamond ring that he bought for her. Three years of genuine love—fed to the dogs. She called him a "useless gold-digging loser" in public and, at her lover's instigation, dumped him.
Completely heartbroken, Dante made one phone call—and brought her entire empire crashing down. Ten Maybachs arrived to welcome the king back. When the most powerful men in all of New York knelt before him and cried out, "Don!"—when that "loser" looked down at her from above and coldly ordered, "Start begging"—only then did she realize that what she had thrown away was not a house-husband, but the undisputed king of the entire underworld.
Ultimate double-standard face-slapping. The green-tea rival loses hands and feet. A trillion-dollar empire is given to a new love. She takes a knife for him, begging for redemption in the fire pit. Every second burns.
