Betrayed By The Don: Her Ultimate Escape

On our anniversary, I was basting the roast when my husband’s encrypted laptop lit up on the kitchen counter.

Alex Bradley, the ruthless Underboss of New York, never made mistakes. But tonight, he left a chat room open.

The notification shattered my world: "Is the idiot eating the dog food yet?"

It was from his mistress, Charlotte.

They were betting on whether I would eat the red velvet cake she had spiked with her Rottweiler’s excrement.

I realized then that my marriage was a long-con. I was just a "placeholder" wife to secure his promotion to Don.

To survive, I had to play the part.

Alex sat on the bed, feeding me the tainted cake with a loving smile.

"Eat up, Jillian," he purred. "It’s to die for."

I swallowed every bite of the filth, forcing myself not to vomit until he left the room.

The humiliation didn't stop there.

I found out our marriage license was void.

He publicly bought me a twenty-million-dollar necklace at a gala, then abandoned me to face the debt, forcing me to hand over my grandmother’s earrings as collateral.

He even watched calmly as his family beat me for a prank Charlotte orchestrated.

But the final blow came when I overheard him planning our "romantic" getaway.

"The blizzard hits Friday," he told Charlotte. "It’ll look like a tragic accident. Hypothermia."

He thought he was taking a lamb to the slaughter.

He didn’t know I had been counting down the days.

When we arrived at the cabin and he went to prepare my "accident," I didn't cry.

I tossed one of my boots over the cliff edge to stage my death.

Then I climbed into the black extraction van waiting in the snow.

Alex Bradley thought he had killed his wife.

He had no idea he had just set her free.