The Unqualified Mafia Wife

They say that I have gone mad, that I put on "an act of life or death" on the day of my younger sister's coming-of-age ceremony. They also claim that I lied to my husband to gain sympathy.

However, they don't know that the true madman is the person whom they have misplaced their trust in.

I am Winifred Gardner, the eldest daughter of the Gardners, and I am also secretly married to Zachary Hood, a mafia boss. He never announced our marriage within the last three years because I'm not yet "qualified" to be the wife of a mafia boss.

My younger sister, Stella Gardner, acknowledges me as her elder sister while mixing muscle relaxants into my medications to render me weak, dull, and unable to fire a gun.

As a result, I am once again mocked as someone useless.

She steals my place, my parents' love, and my husband's trust while I'm labeled as mentally unstable and told that I pretend for the sake of sympathy.

The moment I sign the organ donation consent form, I smile. This is the only document I can sign on my own initiative.

But they're unaware that I've already recorded the truth beforehand. After I die, everyone will know who it was that poisoned me.

When that time comes, they will cry and be filled with regret.

But I will no longer forgive them.

Today, I dragged my weak frame to the organ donation center's registration office at the hospital in the city center.

The lobby was clean and brightly lit. A promotion poster for the "Lifespan Extension Project" had been pasted on a wall.

I picked up a pen and signed my name on the form with trembling hands. All of a sudden, I was filled with relief. At the very least, I didn't need anyone's permission this time.

Nevertheless, just as I signed my name, the doors were flung open.

"Winifred Gardner!"

That roar shook me up so much that I dropped the pen in my hand. My father, Barnabas Gardner, barged into the room in a neat, dark-colored suit. The attorney's badge on his chest glistened slightly.

My mother, Sara Ingram, tagged along behind him. She rushed here right after completing a surgery.

They stormed their way into the registration office as if they were arresting a culprit.

My mother did not yell. She simply interrogated me coldly, "What are you doing at a place like this?"

Her words were matter-of-fact. "It's Stella's coming-of-age ceremony today. How could you put on such an embarrassing show?"

My father scoffed. "Organ donation? Did you think that you'd be able to garner sympathy like this? As a daughter of the Gardner family, you've gone too far with your pitiful act."

I stood there, my limbs trembling.

After three months of sickness and pain, my body was almost at its breaking point. However, they couldn't see my pain. All they could see were the cracks in their reputation.

The volunteers at the registration