My Mafia Godfather Enemy by Day, Lover by Night

My husband screams at me in meetings. My husband begs me in bed. He doesn't know we're the same person. I took his money, his ring, and his sanity – then walked out. Three months later, he found out the assistant he fired was the wife he'd been searching for. Now he's crying on his knees. I'm sipping something cold on a beach, reading his texts, laughing. He screamed at me by day. He kissed me by night. He never asked my name