The Don's Melted Snow

Chapter 2

Word Count: 458 | Released on: 18/06/2026

elevator down to

lled server exhaust. I find Lorenzo in his office, bent over a stack of documents. As I enter, he

zo," I say, my vo

lters. "Elen

t lie

shoulders slumping as the silenc

es out of him

Her name is Serena. I recall Cassio mentioning a "Serena" a few months ago, a new secretary. I had been too

from Lorenzo, on

deliver painkillers to her apartment when she has cramps. A sharp, bitter sensation crawls up my throat. I remember the time I was running a high feve

s to explain, his tone pleading. "She's a civ

at her like she's something fragile he needs to save

how the Don twists his betrayal into a perverse narrative-one where I am the unbre

s," I tell Lorenzo, my tone

a word of this to Cass

t room. Then, he nods slowly and swears his compliance. But his eyes hold something

fluorescent lights, his silence followi

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“For fifteen years, I bled for my husband, a ruthless Mafia Don, helping him build his syndicate from the ground up. But on our anniversary, I found a cheap strawberry lip balm in his armored car. That was when I discovered he was having an affair with a civilian secretary, and she was pregnant with his heir. Instead of staying with me, he lied to my face and abandoned me at home to rush to her side. "He sees you as an unbreachable fortress, and her as someone who needs his protection." His right-hand man had been covering it up for months. I learned my husband had bought the mistress the flawless blood diamond he once promised me when we were starving in safe houses. He was even taking her to the Swiss Alps-our dream wedding destination. I had stitched his bullet wounds in unlit basements and frozen in the winter cold to deliver his bribes. I gave him my youth and my absolute loyalty, only to be tossed aside for a fragile girl who just wanted a crown. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg him to stay. I left my cheap copper wire wedding ring on his pillow, drafted a severance demand to take half of his laundered assets, and booked my own first-class ticket to Europe. This time, I was going to see the snow for myself.”