The Woman Who Gave the Don an Heir and Lost Her Own Place

On the eve of our anniversary, my husband, Salvatore Moretti, walked hand in hand with his first love, Vittoria Rinaldi, through the marble lobby of the Family's hotel.

I dialed Salvatore's number, but the voice that answered belonged to our thirteen-year-old son, Matteo Moretti.

He said, "Papa's in a sit-down. Don't disturb him."

With that, Matteo hung up and blocked my number.

Later that night, Salvatore and Matteo punished me for disturbing the peace of the house.

They locked me out on the open balcony, where the wind howled off the hills all night, and I stood there until dawn.