Regrets of My Disloyal Ex-Husband

As I walked out of the villa with heavy security, the sun outside blinded my eyes so much that they hurt.

The villa was situated in the richest part of Litrak. We bought the villa after making our first major drug deal. I was the one who designed the security system, and I knew how many motion detectors were buried under the bed of roses in the garden. Soon, the place would welcome its new mistress.

"Donna…" I could hear a muffled choke coming from behind. I turned back to see Carlos Bianchi standing at the door. His heavily scarred face was covered in tears.

Carlos was an old Capo from the family who had retired but continued working for us for the past few years out of undying loyalty. To be exact, his loyalty was to me.

"Are you really leaving, Donna?" Carlos clenched his fists. Those hands of his, which had held numerous guns nearly all his life, were trembling. "You were the one by Don Fusco's side the past few years. You were the one who went through life and death with him! What right does that woman have to—"

"Carlos," I stopped him, softening my tone. "Be careful with your words."

In this organization with strict security measures, the Don's words were the law. One would need to pay the price for doubting the Don's decisions.

All Carlos could do was clench his teeth while handing a black briefcase to me. "Donna, these are books on strategy that have gone out of print. There's also your favorite Browning. I've packed up everything for you."

I took the briefcase from him. It felt heavy in my hands. I could not believe that the only person in this cold-blooded family who remembered what I did for them was an old subordinate who was not related to me at all.

Five years ago, Casey was badly humiliated by the family's legitimate heir. We would keep our guns underneath our pillows every night in the broken-down apartment we had in Bedlam. Despite our living conditions, we were happy.

He would come running to me while covered with blood after a fierce fight over snatching territory, just to bring me hot pizza. He told me back then, "Once I take the seat of Don, I'll make sure everyone will kneel before you and call you Donna, Nicole."

Casey successfully became the Don after that, but the conversations between us were no longer the same. We used to talk about whether we were able to survive the night to see the sun the next day, but our conversations soon became discussing which interfering cop we should get rid of or how we could take over the business of the family next to us.

I trained myself to become an emotionless weapon for him. However, this weapon had been worn down, and it was time to throw it away. I patted Carlos on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself, Carlos. If there comes a day when you're unhappy with this place, come to see me."

Carlos covered his face as his tears fell.

I turned away and opened the door to my bulletproof 4WD. The moment I got inside, I glanced at the villa one last time through the bulletproof windows.

This was my final goodbye to the five years I wasted on that bastard.