Leaving the Don: A Mafia Wife's Revenge

The sixth sense of a woman who moved among underworld forces was normally inseparable from vigilance.

While Vincenzo Corleone was handling business in the study, his personal phone vibrated once.

It was an encrypted number with no contact name.

When the screen lit up, I caught a glimpse of the message preview. The two words read, "Miss you."

Vincenzo reached to turn off the screen almost instantly, his gaze flickering momentarily. Then, he returned to his paperwork, as if nothing happened.

That momentary hesitation was all I needed to confirm that he was cheating on me.

My hand was unnaturally steady as I held the coffee mug, yet my fingertips had gone white from the pressure.

When Vincenzo went down to the basement armory to inspect the weapons, I unlocked his phone using the password I'd obtained with my hacking skills.

From the encrypted number, I found the woman in a hidden social media app.

Her profile picture is a photo of her taken by the Seranian seaside, with cascading curls framing her sweet, smiling face.

Her username was "Sunshine Lina", and Vicenzo had muted her notifications.

Their chat was empty, with only one unread message from earlier. But the emptier it was, the more obvious the cover-up.

I clicked into Lina's feed. Nearly every post was related to Vincenzo.

There was a photo of her in the passenger seat of a Rolls-Royce. The Corleone family crest on the steering wheel was unmistakable.

Her caption read, "My exclusive ride is here!"

Another photo showed a vanity overflowing with luxury goods. Among them was a diamond necklace which Vincenzo had given me for my birthday last year. He'd claimed that it was a one-of-a-kind necklace.

Her caption read, "I have someone who'd buy whatever I like for me without hesitation."

What hit me the hardest was the post from three days ago.

Lina had written, "I only want the amount 143, nothing more!"

Attached below were screenshots of her chat with Vincenzo. Her contact name for him was "Don Mio".

Lina asked, "Where is the 'I love you' you promised me?"

Vincenzo transferred her a million dollars right away.

Lina didn't accept it. Instead, she sent it back and repeated, "I only want 143! It means 'I love you'!"

Vincenzo replied with a string of ellipses before eventually sending her 143 thousand dollars instead.

Lina added a shy emoticon and replied, "That's more like it."

I saved a screenshot expressionlessly.

After exiting Lina's feed, I opened Vincenzo's secret bank account and started scrolling through his endless transaction records.

He had been sending her a steady 50 thousand dollars as a monthly allowance for six months straight.

There were also transactions sent on special occasions too—11,111 dollars, 14,300 dollars, 143 thousand dollars. He'd even transferred 100 thousand dollars just to celebrate their 100th day together.

I sent every record to my encrypted email.

When I logged out, I made sure their chat still showed as unread. I even left his phone's battery at the same level it had been when Vincenzo left.

I was calm throughout the entire process, as if I was handling a famiglia document that had nothing to do with me.