My Husband Gave My Babies to His Lover,I Watched Him Die for It

Three hours before the wedding, the man I was to marry sent word he would not be coming for me. He had turned his car around and signed the blood union papers with Gioia Russo instead.

I stood there in the hotel that fronted for the Family, swallowing the whispers of the guests, when the bridegroom's uncle, Lorenzo Falcone, pushed open the doors.

He came with the most lavish motorcade the Family had ever put on the street, presented me with nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, and told me he had loved me in secret for years, that taking me as his wife had been the stuff of his…