Divorcing The Don: I Am Free Now

Lorenzo loved proving to the Underworld how desperately I loved him.

So, on every anniversary, he presented me with fake divorce papers, betting with his Capos on the exact minute I would break down and beg him to stay.

In our first year, he slid the Syndicate Severance Decree across the mahogany table with a cruel smirk. "If you don't care about me, sign it."

I cried and tore the document to shreds.

He pulled me into his arms in front of all his men. "I knew it. You cannot bear to leave me."