From Betrayed Wife to Nobel Queen
Since I was a kid, my parents drilled it in—you're gonna be a Corleone girl, Giovanni Corleone's property.
"This is just an alliance. Don't expect anything more."
That's what he said on our wedding night.
So I played the part—quiet, polished, dutiful.
Then year three hit, and suddenly Giovanni couldn't keep his hands off me. Every night, something new. I thought maybe—finally—he felt the same way I had all along.
Then I caught him kissing his stepmom.
Funny. Just the night before, he told me kissing me made him sick.
"I've been practicing with her—for your sake."
So yeah. All that heat? Just rehearsal for her.
So I ran. Took back my life—and our unborn daughter.
The Don lost his mind looking for me. Begged me to come back—with the kid.
But I would not stop for him anymore.
I turned and walked straight toward the stage that was always mine.