The Last Thing the Don Expected Was Divorce
"Good afternoon, ma'am. You just walked out of Boston City Hall looking absolutely radiant. Any special occasion to celebrate?"
"I'm getting divorced."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Would you mind telling me what happened?"
"He's been bedding his late right-hand man's sister. In my art studio, on my yacht, across my private study desk, and even on the grand piano in our living room. He thought I didn't know."
"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."
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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.
Back then, everyone envied me, calling me the luckiest woman alive.
But now? That interview had been online for nearly two days, and Vincenzo was still lost in his little love nest.
By the time Vincenzo finally bothered to watch the video his men had forwarded to him,
I was already in New Zealand.
The whole world knew I was leaving Vincenzo Moretti.
He was the last person on earth to find out.