Love at Fifty

At 50, my husband replaced me with his first love. My children chose her. Even the grandson I raised kicked me. After 30 years of marriage, I left with just $36. A nanny job led me to New York’s most feared mafia don. His grandson called me Grandma. He called me his wife. Now my family is begging me to return. But why be their maid when the most dangerous man in New York treats me like a queen?