My Mafia Husband

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aire, was known for his pride and ruthlessness. Despite his wealth, he never left a penny for his wife, Vivian, bef

e with him. Her affection for Diego was strong, despite his cruelty. However, somethin

er household duties. But every time she mentioned this to Diego, he would dismiss her harshly, sometimes eve

he so heartless? Why is he treating me like thi

ve. The smell of burning food jolted her back to reality, and she rushed to the kitchen. But it w

and worn out. He arrived home around 2:00 AM. Despite the late hour, Vivian had stayed up to prepare his favorite meal: steak and ma

at her, the steak and mashed potatoes splattering against her. The glass of wine she had poured for him fo

lp her. But he stood there, motionless, staring at her with contempt

bandage to clean and dress the wound. All the while, Diego mocked her, laughing cruelly at her

. "You're pathetic," he said coldly. "You can't

ved Diego once, with all her heart, but now she was beginning to see the

. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, the cut on her face a stark reminder of Diego's cruelty. She knew she

gry, and she would be there, waiting for him, hoping for a change that never came. One evening, as she sat

ce gentle. "I'm Ethan, Diego's b

e signs of neglect and the tension in the air. "I needed to talk to you," he said, his vo

up in her eyes. "I'm fine," s

don't have to lie, Vivian. I can see the pain i

uring his words. "I don't know what to do," she admitted. "He wo

. "You deserve better than this,

r head. "I can'

d softly. "You have to take care

w he was right, but the thought of leaving Diego terrified her. She couldn

Vivian, surprised, greeted him at the door. "You're

pend some time with you," he s

ian could feel the tension, the unspoken words that threatened to tear th

narrowed. "

t how you've be

. "Treating y

her voice breaking she dare not q

s wealth and what he possessed he only provided only a