Thirty Thousand a Month for His Mistress, One War From Me

When I was nine months pregnant, I received an email with an electronic bank statement. My husband, Dante Moretti, had been transferring $30,000 to the same woman every month without fail. The first payment was dated back two years, right around the time we lost our first child.

Thirty thousand a month. Not from his own pocket. From the Family's tributary income, the money that flowed upward through the Moretti operations like blood through a vein. Money that was counted, tracked, and owed. Money that men had bled for.

Then, as if on cue, my phone chimed with a message notification from her.