On My Birthday, He Announced His Wedding to Another Woman

On my birthday, the man I had loved for eight years announced his wedding date with another woman in front of the entire Falcone operation. I didn't cry. I didn't cause a scene. I stood in the back of the room where the capos and associates were still lifting their glasses, and I kept my face perfectly still the way my father had taught me a Moretti keeps her face when the world is watching. Then I quietly sought Adrian out, desperate for an explanation. But what I stumbled upon was far worse than I could have imagined.