Divorcing My Mafia Boss: Keep Your Precious Widow
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When my mafia husband moved his brother's widow and son into our home, I didn't shed a tear or throw a fit. Instead, I quietly packed our bags.
"It's hard for Alessia to raise a boy alone," I told him, not meeting his eyes. "My daughter and I will move out so you can take better care of them."
Later, on my daughter's birthday, my husband gifted her a vintage model car. The widow's son threw a massive tantrum for it.
Without a fuss, my little girl calmly handed it over.
"Papa said since you don't have a father anymore, he is your father now," she said softly. "I'm older. You can have it."
My husband was deeply pleased with our generosity. Yet, over time, he realized something was wrong.
I no longer looked at him with love. His daughter no longer reached for his hand.
He didn't know the truth. In my past life, his twisted devotion to that mother and son had literally killed us.
He threw us out into a blizzard, hoarding all the family's medical supplies and rations for them. He left us to freeze and starve to death in the snow.
Reborn, we won't fight them for him anymore.
Because we will never need Dante Moretti again.
"It's hard for Alessia to raise a boy alone," I told him, not meeting his eyes. "My daughter and I will move out so you can take better care of them."
Later, on my daughter's birthday, my husband gifted her a vintage model car. The widow's son threw a massive tantrum for it.
Without a fuss, my little girl calmly handed it over.
"Papa said since you don't have a father anymore, he is your father now," she said softly. "I'm older. You can have it."
My husband was deeply pleased with our generosity. Yet, over time, he realized something was wrong.
I no longer looked at him with love. His daughter no longer reached for his hand.
He didn't know the truth. In my past life, his twisted devotion to that mother and son had literally killed us.
He threw us out into a blizzard, hoarding all the family's medical supplies and rations for them. He left us to freeze and starve to death in the snow.
Reborn, we won't fight them for him anymore.
Because we will never need Dante Moretti again.


















































