My Mafia Husband Made Headlines with His Lover, I Left
A New York tabloid covering the underworld caught my husband, Don Antonio Vescari, fooling around in a parking garage with Lillian Shaw, the pianist he kept at the estate.
That same day, everyone on the dark web started betting on how much I'd pay to make it disappear this time.
After all these years, it was an unwritten rule in the Vescari family: whenever Antonio caused a scandal, I cleaned it up.
From the balcony, I looked down and saw Antonio kissing Lillian, his arms wrapped around her.
Through the cigar smoke, he even arched an eyebrow at me, amusement in his voice.
"Cecilia, she looks most like you when I kiss her, eyes red and breath coming fast. I lost my head for a second.
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