My Mafia Husband Regrets Treating Me Horribly

Damian was the fearsome don of a mafia family, but I was his sole weakness.

In order to marry me, a poor girl from the slums, he was punished by his family sixteen times, and the scars on his back remained terrifying, even to this date.

To make me happy, he killed one of the best arms dealers in the world just to get the blue crystal I had mentioned offhandedly once.

He built a manor named “One and Only” for me and swore that I was his one and only true love.

I had thought that our happiness would last forever, until the day I saw him cradling a pair of twins in another manor.

The twins’ mother was my mortal enemy. She had once had someone break my ribs and stuff dirt into my mouth.

Hence, on the day of our wedding anniversary, I prepared a grand gift for him: a private jet that exploded and plummeted into the ocean, along with a charred wedding ring.

In my world, betrayal never led to forgiveness, only abandonment.

“I want you to stage a plane crash for me so that I can leave Damian’s side forever.”

Chester, my best friend, was in disbelief. “Have you lost your mind, Annie?”

Then, he lowered his volume, worried that someone might be eavesdropping.

“You’re Damian’s reason for living. If you ‘die,’ he’s going to search through the entire Western Shore and kill all those who might have caused the plane crash, including me.”

I sneered as I stared at the large blue crystal on my ring. Damian had given me the ring on our third wedding anniversary. Apparently, in order to get the crystal, he had killed a disobedient arms dealer.

“He won’t suspect you. He’ll just think that this is God’s punishment for his sin,” I whispered.

Damian Morrety. That name meant absolute rule in Zolnah’s underground.

He was the sole heir of the Morrety family, a huge criminal empire that had seized control over the borders of the far east and Auropa.

As for me, I was just a dirt-covered weed who crawled out of the slums at the borders.

According to the rumors, our union was a real-life mafia fairy tale.

The Morrety family’s heir had fallen in love with a poor girl who was washing dishes at the port. It was love at first sight.

For my sake, he broke the Morrety family’s iron rule of not marrying someone from outside the family.

He had also set up countless sanctuaries in my name in the southeastern region. On paper, it was a form of charity. In truth, though, he was setting up a network of spies for me, claiming that if he died one day, all the people who had benefited from my kindness would become my shield.

To marry me, he let his family punish him sixteen times during the family meetings. He was whipped with a steel whip soaked in salt water, and each lash tore off