Please let go! My mafia ex-husband

Countdown: 5 days.Dante left earlier and returned later than ever before.Meanwhile, through dark intelligence leaks in the underworld, rumors about Don Dante intensified. In those photos, Dante wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, solemnly escorting a woman in a black veil through the heavily guarded gates of a private estate. The face behind the black lace veil was blurry, but I could still identify her as Nadia from her posture.That afternoon, Lucy, the senior partner at my design firm, knocked on my office door."Ele, bring the design blueprints for the Grand Sovereign mansion renovation. We need to go to the Syndicate's downtown headquarters to sign the final contract with the client." She leaned close and lowered her voice. "I heard the new owner of this mansion is Don Dante's widowed childhood sweetheart!"I nodded slowly, my mind wandering for a moment.Everyone at the firm knew I was a top architectural designer in New York, but no one knew I was the secretly married wif

Countdown: 1 day.As if by tacit agreement, Dante and I rarely appeared together in project meetings anymore.However, whenever Nadia was not present, Dante would walk down alone from his 47th-floor office and stand silently at the back of the meeting room, staring at me quietly with his deep green eyes.I no longer tried to guess his recent regret and abnormal behavior, nor did I bother to understand it.I began secretly moving my personal belongings out of the villa piece by piece, trying not to attract Dante's attention.On the final afternoon, after the meeting ended, Dante suddenly called me into his private study.He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. His voice was hoarse and exhausted."You’ve moved a lot of things out of the main house recently, and you haven't slept in the master bedroom for several days.""I’ve been staying in the old house in Brooklyn recently," I answered calmly with a pre-prepared reason. "It's quiet there, making it convenient for me to modify

Dante's face turned pale instantly. He smiled awkwardly and shook his head in disbelief."No... that's impossible. You're still joking with me, right?"He wanted to step forward to grab me, but because of my repeated rejections, he didn't dare to move.He was afraid that if he got close, I would run away completely.We just stood frozen in place.His voice lacked the usual authority of a Don."When did we get divorced? You never mentioned it to me, and I would never agree!"Unwilling to entangle with him any further, I dragged my suitcase, turned toward the car waiting to take me to the airport, and left him with one final sentence."The divorce agreement is on the dining table. See for yourself."Dante rushed into the house like crazy and grabbed the document on the table.At the end of that divorce agreement, his own bold and forceful signature was clearly signed.Dante would not fail to recognize his own handwriting.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall when he had si

A week later, Lucy flew to France.She excitedly told me that she’d like to develop the Paris branch together with me and didn’t plan to return to New York.Lucy and I had worked together for many years and built a deep friendship. Hearing this news, I hugged her tightly with tears in my eyes.We moved the firm into a luxury office building. On the first floor of this building was a top French dessert shop run by a young French man named Julian.He was 188 cm tall, with a male model's figure and an aristocratic, refined face.As I got to know him better, I learned that running the dessert shop was just his personal interest. In fact, this entire office building and half of the vineyard estates in Provence belonged to his family. His family was not only wealthy but also extremely powerful, with deep ties even to the local mafia.One afternoon, while I was drinking coffee at the dessert shop counter, the TV on the wall was playing financial news from the international underworld.In fr