Divorce the Mafia Heir? But I'm Married to the Don

"You bitch! Gina is Marco's favorite, and you have the nerve to tear up her dress in front of everyone?"

A man in a green suit, as round as a barrel, charged at me. He jabbed his finger at my nose, spitting with every word he spoke.

I rolled my eyes.

When Don Antonio Colombo married me, the family was busy fighting for port deals with the East Coast crews.

He thought it was too risky for me to be out in public, so he made up some excuse about my health and told everyone I was too sick to show my face.

Only the core family members knew that Antonio had remarried, and nobody had ever seen my face.

I guess they mistook me for Marco Colombo's wife, Isabella Pratico.

"Do you know that I am—"

Before I could finish speaking, Marcus' mistress, Gina Bilotti, began wailing and shouting, "Lino! Don't blame Mrs. Colombo. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have worn the wedding dress Marco had custom-made for me in front of her."

She sobbed while shrinking away from me, as if I were about to hit her.

Good grief, her acting was top-notch. She should be an actress, not a mistress.

I opened my mouth to explain that I wasn't Isabella, but before I could speak, the crowd exploded.

"Marco's wife is out of control! How dare a woman from a washed-up family bully Marco's favorite lover!"

"Exactly. She can't stand anyone else being happy because she isn't favored!"

"She's useless. Marco should just divorce her today!"

Upon hearing their insults, I finally understood.

These people at the wedding were just associates who had never seen me, the Donna of the Colombo family.

I cleared my throat, about to speak. "Well, actually, I'm—"

"Mrs. Colombo!" Gina suddenly screamed, cutting me off.

She scrambled to her feet, her hair a mess as she pointed at the balcony.

"I know you're jealous, Mrs. Colombo! You're jealous because Marco loves me and not you. But he doesn't love you anymore. He loves me now. We're truly in love. If you don't believe me, I'll jump from here to prove my love for him! Mrs. Colombo, I really love Marco! Please let us be together!"

With that, Gina shut her eyes and ran toward the balcony as if to jump.

The helpers nearby nearly had a heart attack. They rushed to grab her waist and pull her back.

"Please! Don't jump!"

I almost laughed out loud.

Jumping from two stories would only twist an ankle at most. Why the theatrics?

Seeing me chuckling, Lino, the fat guy, blew a gasket.

He stormed toward me and pointed his finger so close to my face that it was almost poking into my eye. "How dare you laugh! If Gina gets a scratch, I'll make you pay for it!"

I stared coldly at him, then slapped him hard across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed throughout the hall.

The force of my slap sent Lino spinning. Clutching his now-swollen face, he pointed at me, staring in utter disbelief.

"Did you just slap me?"

"Take your hand away." I looked him dead in the eyes. "If you keep pointing at me, I'll chop that finger off."

Seeing this, Gina started crying even harder. "Mrs. Colombo, if you're angry, just take it out on me! Why drag Lino into this?"

The voices attacking me in the hall were deafening.

A few bold men rolled up their sleeves, clearly ready to pin me down, hoping to earn some favor.

I sneered and was about to make a call for backup.

Just then, a booming voice came from outside the hall. "Who the hell is messing with my sister?"