My Ex-Husband Kicked Me Out, Then the Mafia Don Made Me His Wife.
25 Episodes
Episode 21
I was the wife my ex-husband hated the most. After he kicked me out, I had no money, so I had to walk into the home of the most dangerous man on the West Coast, trading my work for a shelter. At the seafood market, my ex-husband trapped me in a corner, looking at me with disgust. 'You are even willing to be a servant now?' Before I could answer, three-year-old Leo suddenly stood in front of me, his little voice shaking. 'She is my mommy.'
Episode 22
I was the wife my ex-husband hated the most. After he kicked me out, I had no money, so I had to walk into the home of the most dangerous man on the West Coast, trading my work for a shelter. At the seafood market, my ex-husband trapped me in a corner, looking at me with disgust. 'You are even willing to be a servant now?' Before I could answer, three-year-old Leo suddenly stood in front of me, his little voice shaking. 'She is my mommy.'
Episode 23
I was the wife my ex-husband hated the most. After he kicked me out, I had no money, so I had to walk into the home of the most dangerous man on the West Coast, trading my work for a shelter. At the seafood market, my ex-husband trapped me in a corner, looking at me with disgust. 'You are even willing to be a servant now?' Before I could answer, three-year-old Leo suddenly stood in front of me, his little voice shaking. 'She is my mommy.'
Episode 24
I was the wife my ex-husband hated the most. After he kicked me out, I had no money, so I had to walk into the home of the most dangerous man on the West Coast, trading my work for a shelter. At the seafood market, my ex-husband trapped me in a corner, looking at me with disgust. 'You are even willing to be a servant now?' Before I could answer, three-year-old Leo suddenly stood in front of me, his little voice shaking. 'She is my mommy.'
Episode 25
I was the wife my ex-husband hated the most. After he kicked me out, I had no money, so I had to walk into the home of the most dangerous man on the West Coast, trading my work for a shelter. At the seafood market, my ex-husband trapped me in a corner, looking at me with disgust. 'You are even willing to be a servant now?' Before I could answer, three-year-old Leo suddenly stood in front of me, his little voice shaking. 'She is my mommy.'
