My husband, Don Dante Torrino, is dangerously possessive.
When my first love returned, he decided to "test" my loyalty.
He brought home six other women.
"This is my house. I'll sleep with whomever I please. Don’t like it? get out."
I endured everything until he reassigned my personal doctor to care for the mistress.
I miscarried in agony.
But Dante said, "Sign the divorce papers. I want to give her the title of Mrs. Torrino."
I signed the papers without a second thought.
Humiliated that I didn't beg, he proposed to his mistress right in front of me.
Six months later, Dante came back, expecting to find a repentant wife.
Instead, he found me on the arm of Alexander Cross, the Chicago business magnate.
Dante's face turned ashen.
"You dare betray me?"