Married to the Enemy's Don

At our daughter's birthday party, my husband, Marco Romano, threw a paternity test onto the table in front of everyone and announced that the child wasn't his.

Just as she was reaching up her small arms, asking him to help her cut the cake.

He shoved her away. Hard. In front of every single guest.

"Don't call me that."

His voice was ice.

"I'm not your father."