He Called Me Fat, His Mafia Boss Called Me Baby

I lost 100 pounds for my boyfriend, just so he’d finally go public with me. But at the airport, he kissed another girl and laughed about dumping me on his friend for a year. The account that called me “baby” every day wasn’t his. So I walked into a mafia dinner, found the man with the scar, and held out my phone. “Want to exchange numbers?” My ex froze. The mafia heir smiled. But he wasn’t a stranger—he was the boy I’d fed at the abandoned park years ago.