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Too Late For Regret, Underboss

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1089    |    Released on: 20/06/2026

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ng the floor echoed in the quiet. I didn't pack the expensive gowns Vincenzo had bought me. I

m doorway. His frame filled

our families by doing this?" he demand

to hide," I said, folding a simple cotton

oor shut behind him. The violent gust of air it created stirred the dust m

I admit I communicate with Camilla. She's involved in Family business

cking and lo

ergency line. I told you I was having severe abdominal pain and needed

a second. "I was on the ship. Strict Omertà pro

a video call with Ca

er, his jaw taut. "A rival gang shot up her storefr

printed, decrypted communication logs. I threw them onto

them,"

at the papers, b

en our safehouse in Queens was compromised, you were texting her about a dress she wanted to buy. And last year, when

lly cracked,

ere a ghost. But your logs show you were maintaining high-freque

am's apple bobbing. "I didn't k

ote," I said, my tone

e, his burner phone

led back on the intercom's main line. The pe

he wall panel. Camilla's voice fill

expose my illicit fronts in the restroom tonight

The guilt in his eyes vanished, replaced by

emanded, stepping toward me. "Camilla wo

n't defend myself. I just p

rrified, crying into the phone. "Vincenzo, please come h

dio fi

voice note I sent you when I thought

ad recovered it from Camilla's compromised cloud account during a routine security sweep of Associate communications-standard Family protocol for anyon

sed position saved in her personal file

like a cornered animal. "I... I didn't leak it. I just wanted Camilla's femal

with a doctor, not with the Family-but with the one woman who would weaponize it.

ght hand. I gripped it so hard that the thick glas

ntly welled up, dripping down my fingers and splashing

e saw the blood. He

buzzed in his hand.

instinctively moved to type a reassuring

moment the last microscopic sh

ain in my hand. I d

ssed it hard against my bleeding palm, p

He would apologize, make excuses. But it was too late. I was already going to the one place that would end everything for good. And when the Commission as

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Too Late For Regret, Underboss
Too Late For Regret, Underboss
“For two years, my world was circumscribed by the biometric lock on our penthouse and silent prayers for my husband, Vincenzo, the most feared Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. But when he finally returned from a brutal three-week smuggling route, he tossed me a cheap five-dollar tourist scarf, while his ex-lover Camilla flaunted the flawless pearl necklace he had just bought her. He abandoned me with a bleeding hand to rush to her side, ignored my severe medical emergencies to comfort her over trivialities, and publicly humiliated me at a Syndicate banquet by seating her in my rightful place at the head of the table. Camilla cornered me in the powder room, her fragile victim facade dropping instantly as she smirked at my reflection. "The thing a powerful man fears most isn't a wife who screams. It's a useless one who refuses to bow out gracefully." I endured his blatant disrespect and broken Omertà, wondering why my unwavering loyalty meant nothing compared to the manipulative tears of a woman who was actively leaking his classified safehouse coordinates. I didn't understand why he treated his sacred vows like garbage, eagerly feeding her Syndicate intel just to play the big, strong hero while leaving me to face cartel death threats entirely alone. But I was done being the neglected mafia wife waiting in the shadows. I calmly activated the covert audio recording device hidden inside my designer clutch. It was time to present this irrefutable evidence to the Don's Tribunal, strip my husband of his title, and build my own empire.”