The Night Before the Wedding, He Wanted a Different Bride

On the night before the wedding, my fiancé suddenly asked me to give up the ceremony for his first love, Sofia.

I turned it down cold in my former life, only to become the Chicago mob’s godmother at a lavish wedding.

When Sofia heard the news, she was heartbroken and jumped into the sea to take her own life.

Vincent blamed me for Sofia’s death.

For the next thirty years, the words he said to me most often were:

“Elena, if I had married Sofia that day, she wouldn't have died.”

On his deathbed, he told our children:

“Don’t bury me with Elena.”