Scars Left by a False Love Vow

I thought my husband was my salvation. Until I overheard him in the wine cellar, laughing and joking with my "attackers" from that night. The gang rape that destroyed me was a show he orchestrated himself. He married me only for inheritance rights. He humiliated me, branded me, took away my child, and made my life a living hell. But he forgot one thing— The ancient blood oath of the Corleone family states clearly: If a husband betrays his marriage, everything he owns shall belong to his wife. This time, I'm no longer the rabbit waiting to be slaughtered. This time, I write the ending.