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— Z A H I R — She bit my finger, can you believe that? I had only avoided her question for a while. I mean, at least I did not refuse to answer her. Still, my wife bit off my finger. I was surprised by her audacity. She did not care if everyone was just looking at us. Well, thankfully no one noticed more carefully. Even though it was dark around us, the flash of the cameras was giving me enough light to cut the cake and feed my bunny wife.

"I can't imagine how much this hurts. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. Where are you heading now?" "The hospital. Prenatal checkup." The interview went viral within hours for her calm, unflinching recounting of the betrayal and the shocking contrast between her glamorous mafia wife identity and her devastating situation. It didn't take long for netizens to dig out my identity, and the entire world now knows the woman in that video is me. Elena, Donna of the Moretti family. Three years ago, Vincenzo Moretti, the undisputed Don who ruled Boston's underworld with an iron fist, threw me a wedding that made headlines across the nation.

The first one said with bitterness lacing her voice. “How could I forget? She humiliated that girl and Anthonio didn't even bother to do anything.” “Do they have feelings for each other?” “I doubt on Anthonio's side. I heard he is married.” “But have you seen the so-called wife?” The first lady asked and scoffed. “I heard he brought her here today. She is around.” Marley turned her head away and stared back at Mandy who now held Anthonio's hand in hers.

“No, thanks. I’m sure Simone won’t mind giving you all the dirty details.” “I have a question.” “I’m listening.” “Is Anthony always soooo….” “Yes, to whatever you were going to ask. He became more so that way after his wife died three years ago.” There was a lull in the conversation. “Hold on. Nori is two, right?” “Not quite.” “So, if Anthony’s wife died three years ago, then who is Nori’s mother?” “Simone.” “No, I get that Simone is her mother, but who is Nori’s biological mother?”

“I wouldn’t. But I had to ask someone. Because I… I don’t understand what he’s carrying.” Angelo exhaled slowly and crossed his arms, the clipboard now forgotten. “Amanda… was Mr De Vito’s wife.” Wife. The word knocked the breath out of me. I’d suspected… but hearing it confirmed was different. It made it real. “She died seven years ago,” Angelo continued, his voice quieter now. “And no, I can’t tell you more than that. Not because I don’t want to. Because I can’t.” I searched his face. “Why?”

“You stupid girl, you killed an innocent baby because of your selfish reasons, and you are still trying to defend yourself. I blame my husband for allowing our son to bring in trash like you! From today, you'll know the full wrath of the consequences of your evil act.” Maybe Emily would have accepted the slap if Antoine had not called her trash. But when she heard that statement, she wasn’t thinking when she pushed Antoine, nor did she hear the gasps, the only thing she could see was Hunter’s cold eyes and his tightly pursed lips, but before he could also try to slap her or yell at her, she did the best thing she should have done three years ago; she spoke up. “I didn’t push Carla, Hunter. B

"Thank you, you don't look bad yourself." They ate in silence for some minutes both savoring the food before them. "Are you seeing someone else, Elena? I'm sorry for being straightforward and I won't judge you if you are. It has been so many years already." Anthony looked at his wife as he waited for her response. He hoped she wasn't seeing anyone, he had been celibate all this while and hopeful they would get back together someday. Putting her fork down she looked him straight in the eyes before replying "No, Anthony. I'm not seeing anyone at present, not that I wasn't asked, but I was too broken to start a relationship."

She chose to climb higher and become a better version of herself, while that man needed someone to be by his side. They went their separate ways and never contacted each other again. That was the best result at the time. She hadn't expected to run into Anthony again. “Where is Anthony?” asked Chris. Shannon thought for a moment. “Anthony isn't from Impelia. He came to Impelia to work with Indya years ago. He went abroad earlier on and just returned this year with the Montvue Tower project team. He doesn't have a fixed residence in Impelia, probably staying at a hotel.”

By morning, the gossip had spread like wildfire across Manhattan’s digital circles. I reopened my phone during breakfast—black coffee and a half-eaten avocado toast—and the notifications flooded in. Design group chats. Mutual acquaintances on I*******m. Even a blind item on a popular New York society blog: *Is Voss Holdings’ power couple cracking under pressure? EVP Natasha Cross seems very hands-on with the CEO while his wife builds her own empire. Sources say the Langford-Voss marriage is more penthouse than paradise lately.*

“Susan kept threatening to kill herself, using her depression to manipulate him. He finally had her committed to a private psychiatric hospital, under 24-hour guard. The doctor who helped her has been executed without a trace.” I listened, silent. I’d always known she wasn’t as innocent as she pretended to be. “The winery project you built... Susan ran it straight into the ground. She had no idea how to negotiate, no idea how to run a business. The vineyard partners terminated the deal entirely, and said that with your passing, they will never work with the Corleone family again. The entire New York underworld is laughing at them.” I felt nothing. Zane and his family’s problems were no longe