My Ex-Fiancé Faked His Death, and I Became His Stepmother

On the eve of my wedding, my fiancé died in a car crash.

Everyone thought I couldn't live without him, but I didn't shed a single tear.

Three years later, I ran into him again.

"Without me, you've really hit rock bottom? Fine, for old times' sake, I'll give you one day a week to sleep with me."

I didn't get angry. I just laughed.

Had no one told him I was already married?

And my husband is his father—the Mafia Don.

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A guest complained about not having enough condoms in the room. Worried he'd hassle the housekeeper, I went to handle it myself.