When the Valenti Princess Came Home
The night before my victory gala, I heard my husband, Matteo Bellandi, promise my credit to his mistress.
"Vivian, I'll put Sofia's project credit under your name. Consider it an early second-birthday gift for our son."
Vivian laughed softly. "Will Sofia agree to that?"
Matteo sounded bored. "She has the title of Mrs. Bellandi. That's enough."
I thought I had misheard him. But the next night, my award was given to Vivian, and Matteo personally walked her onto the stage.
"Young talent needs room to grow," he told the room. "From now on, Vivian will lead this project."
The gala went silent. Everyone tried not to look at me.
I sat in the corner Vivian had arranged for me and finally understood. Matteo had kept the title for me, then given the credit, the money, and his future to his mistress and their son.
Fine. I left the ballroom without looking back.
I was done being Mrs. Bellandi.
From now on, I was Sofia Valenti again, the princess of Chicago’s most feared family.
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