The Don's Wife's Sweetest Revenge

city's most powerful Don. We were a power couple, a carefully cur

y when a burner phone lit up with a picture

e lied to my face about "work emergencies" while she began a campaign of terror, sending me photos of them togethe

he rule for a Don's wife. But all the pain hollo

" he'd once laughed, his voice dripping with condescension. "Everything

ht it wa

that bet,

ur mansion bare, erasing every trace of my existence. I walked out forever, but not before leaving two gifts on the empty mat

pte

ella

r phone I didn't own lit up with a picture o

aking that thigh. I knew the way the fabric of his custom-tailored trousers stretched over the muscle. I knew the expensiv

ead of the Moretti Family, a man who commanded legitimate corporations and the city's underworld with the same chilling authority. I was his anchor, his b

cheap, garish red. But it was the bracelet that made my breath ca

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My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, trapped bird. I wanted to scream. I wa

I di

t was the first rule of *Omertà*, the code of silence, applied not just to

u," every shared smile across a crowded room, every time h

l to my small home office, the one space in this opulent mansion that was truly mine.

for chang

out with a

me: Isabel

ame: Isabe

that was mine before

looked at me with bored eyes the ne

ons," I said,

eks to erase the Moretti name from my identity. Six to eight weeks to prepare my real re

power and success, his dark suit impeccable, his

e said, his voice a low rumble

inst my ears. The words were hollow,

diamond necklace, cold and he

the basement. I took off my wedding band, the heavy gold symbol of our union, of

symbol of forever, began to warp. It softened, lost its s

ng. It was a grotesque, shapeless slu

a small silk pouch and put i

ogne and something else. Something cheap and floral. Her

d reaching for my waist. A scratch, thin and r

trong, so visceral, it felt like poison in

ate some bad seafood at

a perfect mask. "Seafood