He Called Me XXL. Now I'm His Uncle's Wife

He called me XXL. On our wedding night, he threw a blanket on the floor and told me to sleep. Then he locked me in a warehouse and let the fire take me. But the flames didn't kill me — they set me free.

Months later, I walked out of the ashes: thinner, sharper, and wearing a diamond ring from his uncle, the most feared mafia godfather in New York. My ex-husband begs for one more chance. I have one answer: Call me Auntie.