Too Late, Mr. Don: The Wife You Buried

I went to the family lawyer for a routine travel clearance. Instead, I was handed a divorce decree. The ink was three years old.

While I had been playing the role of the dutiful Capo's wife, Dante had secretly divorced me the day after our fifth anniversary.

Twenty-four hours later, he legally married the nanny, Gia, and named her cruel-eyed son as his heir.

I returned home to confront him, only for the boy to throw boiling tomato soup on me.

Dante didn't check my burns. He cradled the boy and looked at me with pure, drug-fueled hatred, calling me a monster for upsetting his "son."