Betrayed by the Book

My husband branded me a traitor in front of every family in the city. He crossed my name out of the Book and wrote Traditore in its place—all to protect his mistress, who was wearing my necklace while she watched. Now I'm exiled, marked, and sleeping in the ashes of my grandmother's burned-out diner. But I still have one thing they can't take: my word. I'll feed the families they abandoned, shelter the soldiers they forgot, and rebuild my name from the ground up. When I'm done, the man who spent me like a coin will learn what happens to a woman who keeps every promise she makes.

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