The Godfather's Vanished Wife

The night my father's heart stopped, my husband—the godfather who rules the entire underworld—was in bed holding my best friend. That's when I realized: he'd always loved her. And me? Just a shield to protect her. I didn't scream. Didn't fight. I just pretended I knew nothing—then ended the pregnancy. And walked away from him forever. Later, he abandoned her. Came crawling to me, begging for forgiveness. But I don't care anymore. This time, I'm never looking back.