Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge

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a phone Ayla had smuggled in for me. My official phone was monitored by Emil

was a burner.

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nife fight in 2018. I knew the heavy gold Rolex; I

d: Finally whol

self to keep looking. I scrolled down.

Miami. Dates stamped on the phot

ross-referencing the dates

had told me he was in a sit-down

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king. He was

t alone in our empty mansion, waiting for

o dated three years ago,

ne meant for the Don's wife. The one he cl

pretending to read a magazine, b

know?"

aw the screen, and he

ly. "About a mistress. Not abou

said, my voice sounding hollow, like it belonged to a

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lization settling over me like a shroud.

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ife to show the world that Emilio Thomas wa

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y bit the doting husband. He w

ght want somethin

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ive her the bra

hocolates. I kept my e

"Elana, plea

he

ding my gaze. "It was her birthday.

because he was too lazy

ut," I

sband. I'm the Don.

et out!"

er from the bedside table and threw it

l next to his head, shower

, flinching back as i

never threw things. I was

chest heaving. "I am not your wi

o arrogance. "You are mine. You will always

me," I

t. Then he straightened his wet

oldly. "Hormones. We will disc

alke

was still the girl who abandoned her architect

as w

ied on the

e rotting. I picked up the box of chocolates

looked

to die,"

dn't ask why. She didn't

losing her magazine