I Became the Wife He Wanted

After the miscarriage, I became exactly the kind of rational, understanding Mafia wife Cillian had always wanted.

When I got into a car accident, I handled it myself instead of calling him.

I stopped caring about the scent of other women's perfume on his clothes.

Even when I saw him drunk, passionately kissing and tangling with his first love, Zelda, in bed, I simply closed the door for them and walked away.

But Cillian wasn't used to it.

He bought me expensive jewelry and designer bags, throwing grand birthday parties just to show the world how much in love we were...