No Tears For My Cold Mafia Husband

From the back cover

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband walked out the door.

Not for business. For her.

I left the divorce papers on the table, my wedding ring next to his untouched champagne, and I disappeared into the night.

For a year, I watched Dominic Rossi—the ruthless Underboss of the New York syndicate—drop everything the moment his phone buzzed with another crisis from Sophia. A panic attack. A sleepless night. A lie. I was his wife, the woman he’d promised to cherish, but I was never his priority.

So I chose myself.

Now he’s tearing the city apart trying to find me. But I’m already gone—building a new life with a job that’s mine, an apartment that’s mine, and a name that doesn’t belong to him. The girl who waited in that penthouse is dead. The woman who walked out isn’t looking back.

When Dominic finally corners me, I see the cracks in his armor. He says he’s sorry. He says he loves me. He says he finally understands.

But some words are too late, and some promises can’t be fixed.

He made me guess for a year. Now it’s his turn to wonder if I’ll ever come back.

A heart-wrenching, standalone mafia romance about a woman who refused to be second choice, and the man who learned too late what he’d lost.