When the Wrong Wife Walked Away

I pulled through the wrought-iron gates of the estate, and the first thing I noticed was my husband's car. It was parked at an odd angle in the drive, the windows fogged from the inside.

My heart dropped as I approached it. The sounds of grunting started growing louder.

Trembling, I reached for the door handle and pulled it open. There was my so-called husband, Vincenzo Ravello, Don of the Ravello Family, tangled up with his old mistress Gemma right in front of the house his own father had died in.