Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury

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and the lingering smell of stale coffee. In a secluded b

everythin

laid out the entire five-year lie. The secret family. The galler

ask crumbled. Shock hardened into a

swore, her voice low and vicious. "We

heir money, Debi. I don't want anything from them." My voice was devoi

n her eyes. She saw it then. This wasn't a

the table. "Ivan has a standing monthly prescription. A powerful, fast-actin

slept for twelve hours straight. The weekends I was too fa

ness. It was

th the blessing of my own parents. So they

"They were going to drug you on your birthday, Aliana. So

d into place. The tea. The special tea my

ile touched my lip

eyes

tle scene one last time," I

I signed the divorce papers. Then I signed the document Debi had drafted, renouncing the Do

ked a one-way flight to Portland, O

in the study. He quickly minimized a screen when I walked in, but not

is phone, which he'd left face-up o

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cold, empty void. I felt no grief. No anger. Only the vas

s gone. In her place was a woma