The Mafia Don's Regret: Too Late To Love

My husband, the city's most ruthless Don, left me standing at the altar to comfort a woman with a sprained ankle.

I thought our marriage was a protection pact, but when a kidnapper held a knife to his childhood sweetheart’s throat on a rooftop, Cedric made his choice.

He physically shoved me—his pregnant wife—toward the blade to save her.

I survived the fall, but our unborn baby didn't.

Yet, there was no apology.

Blinded by her lies, Cedric accused me of staging the attack out of jealousy. He had me thrown into the family dungeon, where I was beaten while still bleeding from the miscarriage.

He didn't know two things.

First, that his "perfect" sweetheart had voluntarily sterilized herself years ago and could never give him the heir he craved.

Second, that I had terminal cardiomyopathy. My heart had an expiration date, and I had only days left to live.

On my 27th birthday, I asked him for one final kindness: a midnight ride on the Ferris wheel where we had our first date.

He promised to be there, but he was late again, attending to her needs.

So I went up alone.

When the carriage came back down, it was empty.

All I left behind were my shoes and a medical file that would destroy him.

Chapter 1

Kacie Oliver POV

My husband didn't kiss me when the priest gave him permission.

Instead, he checked his phone. I watched the blood drain from his face before he turned and ran out of the church without a single backward glance.

He left me standing at the altar with a heavy diamond weighing down my finger and the heat of a thousand pitying stares burning into my back.

Now, hours later, I sat on the edge of the mattress in the Master Suite of the Moon Estate.

The silk of my wedding dress had turned from a luxury into a cage. The corset dug mercilessly into my ribs, restricting the breath my failing heart already struggled to pump.

Three years.

That was the expiration date the doctors gave me. Cardiomyopathy. My heart was a traitor in my own chest, expanding and weakening until the day it would simply give up.

I didn't want to wither away. I wanted to burn bright before the darkness took me. I wanted danger. I wanted passion. I wanted Cedric Moon.

The door creaked open.

I didn't turn around. The scent hit me first-gunpowder, exhaust fumes, and the sharp, metallic tang of copper.

It was the smell of the Capo dei Capi, the Don of the Moon Crime Family. The smell of a man who held the city's underworld in a chokehold.

"You're still dressed," Cedric said. His voice was a low rumble, rough as gravel under tires.

I looked at the clock on the bedside table. 3:00 AM.

"I was waiting for my husband," I said, my voice quiet but steady. "I thought he might show up to his own wedding night."

Cedric walked into