My Ex-Husband's Regret, My Freedom

was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our t

pale and sweating, handed me an envelope: Dante's divorce judgment, s

er bastard son the sole heir. Hidden, I watched her force Dante, the Under

legacy. Rage burned, but clarity struck: di

. "I need a top-tier scrub. Target is myself," I commanded. "Get m

pte

itiell

New York skyline stretching out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. My posture was flawless, my spine straight, my breathing even. It was a physical disci

at from his forehead with a crumpled handkerchief. I had known Rossi my entire life. He was a shark in a tailored suit, a man who had sta

the marble table and slid a thick manila envelope across t

and smooth. I reached out and began to u

n on top of the envelope. His fing

then up at his pale face. I frowned sli

ologize, Mrs. Vitiello," he stammered, his voice cracking. "Mr. Dant

. Dante and I were supposed to go on a trip next month. I reached for the gold pen on the table, flipping to

York State Supreme Court stamped

up like my mother, trapped in a broken, miserable mafia marria

ed title centered on the page: **FINAL

ringing sound erupted in my ears, drownin

e's signature. The aggressive, sharp cursive that he used to si

. It didn't smear. The edges of the heavy paper were ev

te printed below the judge's stamp

th.* Three

ter we celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary. We had spent that night

. The sound cracked like a gunshot in the quiet

pposite me, waving his hands defensively. "I am just followin

room. The oppressive aura of a mafia Don's wife forced Ros

anded, my voice dropping to a lethal whisp

he could barely open his briefcase. He pulled out a

It was a marriage registration certi

name, it read clearl

e moment I read the name, an invisible hand reach

Rus

had been living in our estate for five

hard on the soft tissue inside my cheek. The sharp metallic taste of blood f

less in the face of power. I coldly folded both

in the chair. I turned on my heel and walked out of the VIP r

ing at the curb. "Take me back to the Long

iron gates of the estate, I got out and pushed open the heavy front doors of the main house. The

ed giggle. A woman's laug

hell have been open in m