The Godfather Only Eats for Me

After 3 years of fertility drugs, I was childless, 200 pounds, and a laughingstock. My husband and MIL kicked me out; Dad sent me to NYC mob boss Vincent as a maid. His anorexia baffled doctors—until he ate when I did. Six months later, I was slim again. He shoved a marriage contract at me: "I just got my appetite back. You think you can leave?"