The Hundredth Time I Left My Mafia Husband

Every year, on the anniversary of the blood-alliance that bound me to him, Salvatore Gallo brought another woman into the compound under the pretext of letting me train her.

At the dinner marking our tenth year, the woman he walked in on his arm was a hostess from one of the Family's speakeasies, poured into a Playboy bunny costume.

"She's got nothing to wear, so give her your wedding dress and the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes, I think the pair on your feet will do."