Divorced, Then Spoiled by the Mafia Don

That's how I lost our unborn baby. Five years later, he showed up at an amusement park with his new woman and called my son an unwanted child. He whipped me. Had someone rip the clothes off my back. He thought I was wearing some cheap knockoff of the Don's wife's gown. He had no idea—the one I was wearing was the original, custom-made for me after the Don spent three days begging the designer. Then the door flew open. The Don walked in, pulled our son into his arms, and covered the boy's eyes.