The Don's Wife's Sweetest Revenge
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id out his favorite suit, a deep charcoal gray that made him look like a
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my Mercedes, a stark reversal of our usu
commented, tapping his fingers
ly and kept my spee
oney and older power. His father, the retired Don, still held immense inf
usiness acquisition. It was all a well-rehearsed play. They talked about loyalty, about the suprem
nchor," he said to the table, the words echoing the lie
low and serious. I was ushered into the parlor with his mother. It was a b
magazine. "Something to
ngle image. The dismissal was clear. I was the wife
n the hall, my heels silent on the thick Persian rug. The st
they were discuss
his voice a low growl. "A pregnant mistress
ration. "I've moved her into the penthouse downtown
ate, believing it was for visiting business a
voice cut in. I hadn't realized she
nty. "She's been a little emotional late
his betrayal, it didn't even hurt anymore. It was j
k into the shadows of the hallway. Gio came
Shut them up. Permanently if you have to. No one talks about my business." His voice was pure ice. The Don was giving a
as he re-entered the study. I pick
my purse. A blocked
a crisp, profess
ve a single
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firm your first-class ticket for flight 714
said. "Everythi
the doorway, watching me, a fro