Goodbye, Godfather

I endured eight years for the Maynard mafia empire, took a bullet for Godfather Orian, and became his wife.

Yet all my devotion over four years meant nothing once his "true love" returned—I was reduced to a disposable stand-in.

After my heart broke for good, I covered the crescent tattoo he left with sunflowers.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers, fled the mob life, and left the country to chase my Ph.D. in chemistry.

By the time Orian uncovered his mistress’s fake pregnancy and desperately searched for me, I’d already met Ronan—a gentle architect by the Jade River.

Later, even when Orian risked his life in a deadly blizzard to beg for my love, I refused. No looking back.

Late affection is worthless. I’m no longer a moon hiding in someone’s shadow—I’ve become my own sun, shining in love and light.