Reborn: The Lethal Ex-Wife's Bloody Return

taste of ashes and betrayal, so

s family's territory. The heavy rain pours, and I watch the taillights of the bla

y wife, Iz, but

ughter of the Falcone family's strategist-Seraphina Ricci. And I, chose exile. With the

int, trembling sob suddenly ca

, drenched by rain and shivering w

om

the car. At that moment, my heart shattered into a million pieces, yet wings sp

A dilapidated

with the suffocating scent of decay and impending death. Angelo lay on a stained mattress, his small chest rising with qu

I held a cup of warm instant soup

hose eyes, burning from the h

gift-was now nothing but a mocking chain. I let out a despairing groan, tore off the bracelet that symbolized

y liquid slipping from my lips-compared to the earth-s

ling, pressing the warm bloodstains from my lips to hi

of blood uselessly slid down his chin. I lay on his frail

's per

den light on modern art in the top-floor apartment, illuminating t

dge of a crystal champagne glass. She wore my ring, bore my name, and the silk robe had s

a's exile strengthened my alliance with the Falcone family, making my power invincible. But Seraphina was

om my pocket and diale

town in a rust belt in Indiana. Go th

ering dinner. I casually picked up my new queen, unaware of th

a's per

was heavier than the heav

ddenly slowed. He shifted slightly. In the shadows of the red

, pure smile-that was his last attachment and love to this world, to me. Then, tha

f life was comple

like a bloody knife tearing open my voc

o a deafening roar in my ears. I did not scream. The grief was too deep, too absolute, long exceeding the limits of language

al. It is a vow engraved with blood, tears, an

for