He Chose His Mistress. I Became the Don.

"After my new husband, Don Dante Marchetti, handed the family’s entire $1 million monthly share to that whore for her heart surgery, I snapped.

I smashed everything in the house and hurled every vicious word I could think of at him.

“Get out. Don’t bring HIV into my house.”

“You and that woman could die in the East River, and I still wouldn’t spare either of you a glance.”

“Whore! Once a cheater, always a cheater. You’re fucking disgusting!”

At that, Dante crushed his cigar out against his palm and gave a humorless laugh.

“Right. Because you’re so damn pure.”