His Empire Crumbled When I Left
Three years ago, my husband’s brother took a bullet for him.
So Gwen brought his brother's widow, Eliza, into our home.
I was the Donna in name only. I had to step aside for Eliza in everything.
Once, Eliza faked slitting her wrists. She said I drove her to it. Gwen grabbed my throat. Murder flashed in his eyes.
"Get out. The Falcone family has no place for a venomous bitch like you."
He gave her the family's art foundation to "make it up to her." It was supposed to be mine.
This time, I said nothing.
He was signing a stack of business contracts. I just slipped the divorce papers in with them.
A few days later, he noticed I wasn't home. He searched all over Chicago. He couldn't find me.
That's when he saw the divorce decree.
He finally understood. I was gone. For good.
That day, the untouchable king of the Chicago Outfit… shattered.