I Left The Jester For The King

"Little Siren: I miss your hands on me."

That message lit up the screen of a burner phone I found in my fiancé's jacket pocket while he was in the shower.

Franco Moretti, the rising star of the Vitiello crime family, treated me like a fragile glass doll. He claimed he was "saving himself" for our wedding night out of respect.

But the phone told a different story.

I unlocked it and found three years of betrayal.

It wasn't just a fling. It was Camilla, a girl from high school I had befriended out of pity.

I watched their history unfold. He complained that I was cold. He called me a statue.