Five Years as the Don’s Wife, One Night as His Stranger

I had been married to Lorenzo Falcone for five years, and in those five years, it seemed like every few days, a new woman was paraded through the doors of the Falcone estate.

Each time, I would listen to the sounds of their passion filling the next room, marking it down in my memo.

Five years and ninety-eight times.

Today, it was a fresh-faced girl from some lesser household, delicate and young.

Once they were done, Lorenzo called for me to come in and clean up.

Bianca Costa lay lazily in his arms, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she spoke, "Lorenzo, is this the old, ugly wife you…