Three years together, and I was his first love’s replacement. He came home wearing her perfume and her bite marks, then expected me to help her steal my wedding. So I called his uncle, the Mafia King. “I’ll marry you. Make your nephew a groomsman.” My ex watched his uncle lift my veil and kiss the woman he thought would beg him to stay. He wanted a disposable substitute. Now I’m his uncle’s wife, an heiress, and his biggest regret. “Call me Aunt Victoria, darling.”
