Shattered Vows: Escaping My Mafia Husband

“On our wedding day, my brother made a joke. "For every minute the groom is late, he pays five hundred dollars!" Enzo, the city's most feared mafia Don, was six minutes late. He laughed and handed over three thousand dollars in cash without blinking. Seeing his generosity, my father confidently entrusted my life to him. But the moment the wedding ring was on my finger, Enzo looked at me with a dark, chilling smile. "Your family likes this game, right?" he whispered coldly. "From now on, every minute you are late, I deduct five hundred dollars from your allowance." Year one: I was three minutes late to a Syndicate dinner. He deducted fifteen hundred dollars. Year two: I was twelve minutes late to my doctor's appointment. He deducted six thousand dollars. Year four: On our anniversary, my father suffered a massive brain hemorrhage. I rushed him to the hospital in the pouring rain and arrived at the restaurant forty minutes late. Enzo glanced at the cold steak on the table and smirked. "Twenty thousand dollars. It comes out of your account tomorrow." I didn't argue. I just nodded. When we got home, he carelessly tossed his tablet to me, asking me to check the parking fee. But the moment the screen unlocked, a new notification popped up. [Transferred $5,000 to Valentina. Memo: An apology for making you wait ten minutes.] My hands trembled as I opened his chat history. When she was one minute late for their date, he sent her five hundred dollars. When she didn't show up at the hotel, he wired her ten thousand to coax her. And this very afternoon, while I was begging the doctors to save my dying father, Enzo was in a luxury suite, paying his mistress an apology fee. Scrolling up, I found over a thousand transactions for custom lingerie and luxury hotels, dating back six years. He had been with her two years before he even married me. The next morning, I wired him the exact twenty thousand dollars for my anniversary fine. Then, I booked a Syndicate severance lawyer.”