บททั้งหมดของ Secretly Divorced：The Ruthless Don Begs Too Late: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Ives Moretti broke another promise, ditching our make-up honeymoon for his mistress, Isabella. He took her on a trip, lied that it was family business, and even had the audacity to promise me, “When I get back, I’ll give you an even better honeymoon.”He had no idea I was done. I was leaving him for good.The day after Ives left for Vegas, I officially stepped down from all my duties in the Moretti family, with the elders as my witness.Normally, something this big needs the Don’s approval.But when Ives’s underboss called him, it went like this: “Boss, about Mrs. Moretti…”Ives cut him off, his voice sharp with annoyance. "I don't need a report on Aurora. Let her throw her little tantrum. Don't bother me with this shit."He hung up.And just like that, I was out.A few of the usual Moretti cronies were smirking nearby. "Looks like the Don hates the missus even more than they say. Oh, wait, I guess it’ll be ex-missus soon…”“The Boss is really sprung on this new girl. That Isabella’s g

I pushed the heavy oak door open.The scene in the living room made my blood run cold.Ives was on the sofa, with Isabella curled up against him, wearing my silk robe. The one he’d given me for my birthday last year.But what truly sent a blind rage through me was the sapphire necklace sparkling at her throat.It was my mother’s.“Oh, Aurora,” Isabella said when she saw me, standing up with a lazy, casual smile, as if she weren’t my husband’s mistress standing in my home. “You’re finally back. My place is so noisy, so Ives said I could stay here for a bit. You don’t mind, do you?”“Why haven’t you handled that Irish intel yet?” Ives’s voice was pure ice. “As the Don’s wife, you can’t even handle a small thing like that? Or are you planning to ignore family rules? You know the consequences for that…”“Rules?” I cut him off, slowly lifting my head. A scornful smile spread across my face. “Ives, you want to talk to me about rules?”“Last month, Isabella got drunk at a club and told the Ru

Ives’s chest heaved. He took a few deep, ragged breaths, realizing he’d lost his composure in front of me.“Isabella,” he said, his voice now dangerously calm. “This is family business. It’s not your place to speak. You should go.”“But Ives…” Her eyes welled with tears, her voice cracking. “You know I have nowhere else to go…”“Get a hotel,” Ives said, his patience completely gone.“But—”“I’ll have someone book you a room,” he said, giving her a subtle, almost imperceptible look.But I saw it. Of course, I did.Isabella understood. She choked back a sob, walked over to the coat rack, and grabbed her coat. Then she brazenly reached into the pocket of Ives’s overcoat and pulled out a key.How utterly pathetic. Even now, Ives was making sure his mistress had a soft place to land.As Isabella walked to the door, I spoke.“Wait,” I said calmly. “Leave the necklace.”She turned, her hand instinctively flying to the sapphire at her throat.“This… Ives gave this to me,” she stammered, biting

Ives gritted his teeth, his mind scrambling for an escape. “When did I ever say that?”His voice was laced with a panic he couldn't hide.“Impossible,” he continued, his denial growing more frantic. “Stepping down from the family is a major decision. Why wouldn’t I be involved?”“Some idiot must have acted on his own!” he roared at Marco, his voice cracking. “Find the son of a bitch who processed this and put him in a cage! Who gave him the authority? I want him to pay! I want him out of the Moretti family!”I watched him rage, knowing it was all a desperate performance—a way to shift the blame and paint himself as the wronged party.Then he looked at me, a hopeful, pleading look in his eyes. “Aurora. See? I dealt with the asshole.”“It was his fault. He didn’t explain the situation to me properly.”“Why would I ever not want to know what’s going on with you?”He stepped closer, reaching for my hand.“Come back,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “I need you.”“The family needs you.”

A wild flicker of hope ignited in Ives’s eyes. He gripped my wrist tighter.“Aurora…” His voice was shaking. “You remember. You still care. You have to.”He thought I was forgiving him.He thought I was coming back.Until I pulled open the collar of my own coat.On my collarbone, where a matching tattoo should have been, there was only smooth, clear skin and a faint, pale scar, barely visible in the dim streetlight.Ives’s eyes widened in horror.The color drained from his face. He stammered, “You… When… When did you…”I let my collar fall back into place and smoothed out the lapel of my coat.“The first time,” I said calmly, my voice devoid of all emotion. “The first time you brought Isabella to our home. My heart made its decision then.”“The very next day, I went to have it removed.”“Getting a tattoo lasered off hurts like hell, you know,” I said, meeting his shattered gaze. “But compared to the pain of watching you with another woman right in front of my face, it was nothing.”Ive