The Don's Wife's Sweetest Revenge
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oom, the glass walls feeling like a cage. I needed to
y doctor, arranging for a house call, playing the part of the devoted husband. The performance was flawless. He was the most powerful man in the city, f
me. The shaking stopped. The nausea receded. What remained
chen. He hung up the phone
make me feel better. We should have your parents o
hen wary. "Dinner? Tom
finished for him. "I
fusing a family dinner with his parents, the former Don and his wife, would be
e words tight. "I'll mov
ed out of bed and went back to his study. His laptop was on the desk, sleeping
n folder. Insi
e of my silk robes, the one he'd bought me in Paris. She was holding up her hand
o the camera, her voice dripping with ve
sed her, a deep, possessive kiss that he used to g
ike watching a movie about two strangers. The woman on the screen, Isabella Moretti
across the empty space in the bed. "Bella
cold as marble. I laid a hand on his
whispered into
ng at 6 a.m. It was on the nightstand, a blatant
the phone, his voice rough
ou breakfast," he announced, a grand gesture to make u
e, he said, "This house is too much for you. We sh
e. The words hung in
r than I intended. "This is m
expression on his face. "Be
tally clueless, that a real laugh almo
looking him straight in the eye
ked. He believed it. He truly be
kissed my forehead. "I have to go. T
out, I said h
tur
xed?" I asked casually. It was a commitment he'd
m on it," he said, a little too quickl