All Chapters of A Deadly Divorce: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A long silence followed.Dante Falcone closed the folder and leaned back, his body sinking into the expensive Italian leather chair behind his desk. He picked up a pair of scissors, clipped open a Cuban cigar, and lit it with unhurried precision. Smoke curled through the air, obscuring his expression, leaving it unreadable."It’s not actually that urgent," he said at last. "Even though you’ve signed, the lawyers are still dealing with the trust fund split. It’s complicated. Until the judge signs the Final Judgment of Dissolution, legally speaking, you’re still my wife."He exhaled a slow stream of smoke."The main issue is Olivia. She’s about to run for chair of the Falcone Charity Foundation. That foundation is key to cleaning up our image in New York City."You keep showing up at Massachusetts General Hospital, causing scenes. You disrupt her fundraising galas. It embarrasses the family. A few of the old men on the board are very unhappy about it."I did not respond. I simply h

After that, we were completely severed.Dante almost never returned to the house that was once called home.The only window I had into his life was Olivia’s Instagram.She often posted photos of hospital rounds at Massachusetts General Hospital, her captions filled with words like "mercy" and "healing" which were meaningless platitudes. In the background, Dante was always there. Sometimes it was his silhouette, sometimes just his hand, sometimes the Patek Philippe watch I had given him.The comments underneath were always the same."This is truly God’s perfect arrangement!""Dante and Olivia are the epitome of true love!""Bless you both!"Every time I saw them, it felt like a knife twisting in my heart. Under the weight of blow after blow, I decided to go down in flames with them.I uploaded our marriage certificate and the evidence of Dante’s affair to the internet. Along with it, I attached irrefutable proof that Olivia had stolen my notes on cancer gene therapy, including

When I received the notice that my mother was in critical condition, I lost my mind and rushed toward Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center.The Uber was stuck on Storrow Drive for half an hour. My entire body trembled with panic.Seeing how frantic I was, the driver said kindly, "Miss, you might want to get out and run. The traffic ahead is completely jammed."I shoved the door open immediately and sprinted toward the hospital.I was stopped cold at the entrance of my apartment building.A crowd surrounded me aggressively. They had dug up my personal information and tracked down my address in the Cambridge district.They wore slogan-printed T-shirts and held signs reading "Protect Dr. Ricci" and "Stop the Lies". They looked organized, like a coordinated group.They demanded that I apologize to Olivia."Sofia Rossi, you liar, come out!""Slandering a good person like Dr. Ricci… do you have no conscience?""Dr. Ricci saved my mother’s life. Who do you think you are to hurt her

The past drifted away like smoke, scattering like passing clouds.Before boarding the plane, I sat inside a cafe at Logan International Airport and began my final preparations.I was never the type to accept being bullied. All these years, as the so-called "decorative wife", I hadn’t wasted my time. I had been quietly gathering evidence.Evidence on both Dante and Olivia.I organized the real financial statements of the Olivia Ricci Foundation.They clearly showed that she had siphoned large amounts of research funding for personal use: Hermes bags, Cartier jewelry, and a vacation estate in the Hamptons. More importantly, those accounts were directly tied to the family’s money-laundering network.I also compiled the complete access logs, showing how she stole data from my private cloud server.Login IPs. Download timestamps. Full file lists.That evidence alone was enough to prove her academic fraud and corporate espionage.More than that, I had something even deadlier. I had

This was the first time Sofia had ever hung up on him.Dante stared at the phone screen, his brow tightening slightly. He held it in for five days, but the discomfort never went away.Something about Sofia’s behavior this time was too abnormal, so abnormal that it unsettled him. It was an instinct honed from years moving through the underworld.He rose from Olivia’s private office at Massachusetts General Hospital, slipped on his tailored Tom Ford suit jacket, and decided to go back to the house in Beacon Hill to take a look.Olivia wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing against him with practiced sweetness. "Dante, stay a little longer. There’s an important academic conference tomorrow. You have to come support me."Dante turned back, his expression cool. "Don’t bring up the foundation chair with Sofia just yet."Olivia pouted, clearly displeased. "You’re already getting divorced. What are you afraid of? And she’s an outsider anyway. What does she know about the weigh