The Don's Scorned Wife
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My Mafia boss husband brought his late brother's widow and child back to our estate and demanded I move into the nanny's quarters..
This time, I didn't pull a gun and fight with him like I did in my past life. Instead, I brought out my suitcase to pack and make room.
Later, for our daughter's birthday, Julian gifted her a foal.
Beatrice's son cried and threw a tantrum, demanding it.
My five-year-old daughter calmly handed over the lead rope. "Daddy said Leo doesn't have a papa anymore, so from now on, my papa is his papa."
"I should learn to be generous."
At first, Julian was extremely gratified by our tolerance and maturity. But gradually, he panicked as he realized—
There was no more love in my eyes, and our daughter no longer opened her arms to ask for his hugs.
Little did he know, in our previous life, in order to protect that mother and son, he banished us to the subterranean water dungeon.
While my daughter and I contracted the plague, dying in despair amidst the stench and the gnawing of rats, he was holding that woman's hand in a brightly lit banquet hall, announcing to the entire Family that she would be under his lifelong protection.
Reborn into this life, my daughter and I no longer fought, no longer made a fuss.
But we also never needed Julian again.
This time, I didn't pull a gun and fight with him like I did in my past life. Instead, I brought out my suitcase to pack and make room.
Later, for our daughter's birthday, Julian gifted her a foal.
Beatrice's son cried and threw a tantrum, demanding it.
My five-year-old daughter calmly handed over the lead rope. "Daddy said Leo doesn't have a papa anymore, so from now on, my papa is his papa."
"I should learn to be generous."
At first, Julian was extremely gratified by our tolerance and maturity. But gradually, he panicked as he realized—
There was no more love in my eyes, and our daughter no longer opened her arms to ask for his hugs.
Little did he know, in our previous life, in order to protect that mother and son, he banished us to the subterranean water dungeon.
While my daughter and I contracted the plague, dying in despair amidst the stench and the gnawing of rats, he was holding that woman's hand in a brightly lit banquet hall, announcing to the entire Family that she would be under his lifelong protection.
Reborn into this life, my daughter and I no longer fought, no longer made a fuss.
But we also never needed Julian again.















































