My Mafia Don Husband Abandoned Me for My Suicidal Sister

My husband—Arthur Lawrence, the head of the Lawrence family, a name that commands respect throughout Manchester—had just pulled his 99th disappearing act on me, this time to be with my sister, Dona, who was throwing a suicidal tantrum. Now I found myself tied up in some abandoned factory, being tortured by his rival. Luckily, I managed to sneak in a call to Arthur. When the line connected, Dona's sultry, languid voice came through: “Looking for Arthur? Sorry, he's in the shower right now." "He just came out of a serious sweat; his clothes are soaked." "Why don’t you let me pass on a message? Although, I gotta say... he doesn’t seem too keen on hearing anything about you." Later, when I stumbled back to the villa, injuries marking my body, I found Dona sprawled on my bed with Arthur, marks all over her neck. Instead of being concerned about my wounds after hearing about my kidnapping, Arthur eyed me with suspicion. “Ivy, did you hurt yourself like this on purpose? Jealous of Dona?" That was it—my heart shattered. I took off my wedding ring, signed the divorce papers and the transfer of shares, and called a friend: “Can you help me arrange a ride?” In three days, I’d be out of here…

Oleh Cheese