507 Handbags: Burning My Mafia Husband's Lies

Every time Mafia Don Adrian Viscari cheated, he gave me a luxury handbag. For six years, I collected 506 bags—and 506 heartbreaks—until I discovered his mistress had scribbled vile insults on every single one. They weren't gifts; they were hand-me-down humiliations. When Adrian brought his pregnant mistress home, shattering his sacred promise, I finally woke up. Staring at the 507th bag, I doused his mansion in gasoline and struck a match. As flames devoured his empire and his mistress screamed,

Every time Mafia Don Adrian Viscari cheated, he gave me a luxury handbag. For six years, I collected 506 bags—and 506 heartbreaks—until I discovered his mistress had scribbled vile insults on every single one. They weren't gifts; they were hand-me-down humiliations. When Adrian brought his pregnant mistress home, shattering his sacred promise, I finally woke up. Staring at the 507th bag, I doused his mansion in gasoline and struck a match. As flames devoured his empire and his mistress screamed,