The Don She Killed by Doing Nothing

Serena was sitting on my husband's lap, laughing as she pressed a kiss to his lips. "I don't think Valentina will file for divorce. She's a parasite—she wouldn't dare." Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, stubbed out his cigar, then suddenly pulled her in for a deep kiss. I stood just outside the door, shaking all over. It hit me then—they'd called me here on purpose. They wanted to see my reaction. But I was even more pathetic than they imagined. I couldn't even bring myself to walk in. Instead, I made a phone call. To Serena's husband.