Inside Strawberry Lipstick From Another Woman
For fifteen years, I bled for my husband, a ruthless Mafia Don, helping him build his syndicate from the ground up.
But on our anniversary, I found a cheap strawberry lip balm in his armored car. That was when I discovered he was having an affair with a civilian secretary, and she was pregnant with his heir.
"He sees you as an unbreachable fortress, and her as someone who needs his protection."
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg him to stay.
I left my cheap copper wire wedding ring on his pillow, drafted a severance demand to take half of his laundered assets, and booked my own first-class ticket to Europe.
This time, I was going to see the snow for myself.
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