He Helped Kill His Own Mother

I was at the hospital, handling my mother’s funeral, when my mafia husband’s first love sent me a video on Snapchat.

In the video, an old woman in bloody rags, her head wrapped in a dirty scarf, was screaming in agony inside a guard dog kennel.

"Chloe, your slum-trash mother actually dared to come to my club to blackmail us? I’ve thrown her to the mastiffs. Damian said it himself—garbage belongs in the trash."

I stared at the screen, completely frozen.

My mother, Helen, had passed away from her illness weeks ago.

Today was the day of her funeral.

So...