My phone wouldn't stop vibrating.One photo after another of Vincenzo Moretti and his new lover, Sienna Newton, flooded in. A five-star hotel, a champagne-filled bathtub, her seductive red lips… They kissed like no one else existed.And me?I, Isabella Bradford, an executive at Stonehaven Healthtech, once the most independent and clear-headed kind of woman, had married this bastard.Sienna, covered in kiss marks, leaned against Vincenzo’s chest as if marking her territory.Meanwhile, I lay in a hospital bed, hooked to an IV, drugged, stitched up, and hanging by a thread.At that moment, Renato Moretti—the original Don of the Moretti empire—still didn’t know the full truth.“Isabella,” he said gently, “Vincenzo… he’s a good kid at heart.“You’ve been together so many years. Why not give him another chance? As long as I’m here, no one can take your place in this family.”I didn’t answer.Instead, I tapped on the video Sienna had sent me—a provocation in digital form.Their v
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