Death Of A Marriage, Birth Of Revenge

ve years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal.

nt, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family

me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled

m our home for Ilene's comfort. My family saved him, ye

ash. What kind of debt dem

ack. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked aw

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ing the Burgundy wine, and looked across

hicago mafia daughter beneath the elegant facade of a high-society wi

screen. His brows were slightly furrowed as h

ying to break the suffocating silence. "Five

out a dismissive hum and placed

the time his power was at its weakest, the time he desperate

pushing a silver cart toward our table

e, he stopped the waiter in his tracks and signal

fell into absolute silence, leaving only the

ghtly. A dark gleam of expe

ket of his custom-tailored suit

table, the dark fabric pressing down o

, the five-carat diamond wedding ring catching the ca

asp. With a soft click

lently. My gaze froze on

y at all. Inside lay a cold Montblanc pen, resting

me by my mafia family kicked in, bypassing blind panic

k letters, were the words: **Separati

e disbelief at Ethan's face. There was n

his stomach, and spoke in the exact same tone he use

exactly does our five-ye

oldly that Ilene's mental state had been deteriorating re

lently. My fingers gripped the stem of my

ansfer the Long Island villa and a twenty-millio

. It was the arrogance he had cultivated from slau

lammed it down viciously onto the documents. The tip broke

He warned me not to lose my dig

y on the table. I looked down at him

etto heels against the marble floor echoed from the h

abruptly. He stood up and

en with brute force, slamming agai

heavily. She was wearing an extremel

ike a viper locking onto its prey,

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