Replaced by His Capo, I Left the Don

The porcelain shards scattered across the floor, just like my broken heart.

I remembered the day I gave it to him. He scoffed, "What's the point of a handmade mug? Any teacup in this house is worth more."

Yet that night, he placed it on his nightstand, right where he'd see it the moment he woke up. I was so happy, thinking he was just tough on the outside but loved me on the inside.

Now the mug was in pieces.

And Silas didn't even look at it.

He stood up, crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed Camilla's wrist. "Did you burn yourself?"

Her other hand had brushed against a lit candle on the nightstand. Her fingertip was slightly red.

"I'm fine, Silas. It's just a scratch..." Her voice trembled, tears pooling in her eyes.

Silas frowned, turning his furious gaze to me. "Scarlett, I'm not blaming you, but why didn't you knock? What if she got seriously hurt?"

I just stared. The man I had loved for four years was frantic over a red spot on another woman's finger.

I didn't say a word. I quietly knelt, picked up the jagged shards one by one, and tossed them into the trash.

I stood up and placed the silver pillbox on the table.

"Here are the meds."

As I turned and walked out, I heard Silas call my name. He started to follow me, but Camilla's tearful voice stopped him.

"Don Silas, let her cool off. If we chase after her, it'll only make her more upset... This is all my fault."

The footsteps stopped.

I smiled to myself and kept walking.

The next night was a massive victory gala for the Vance Famiglia. A business strategy had pulled in more profits than the last three years combined.

I had spent countless sleepless nights drafting that strategy.

Back then, Silas held me in bed, kissed my forehead, and promised, At the gala, I'm going to let all of New York know how brilliant Scarlett is. I want every man in this city to envy me.

So, I wore a burgundy gown and walked into the ballroom. I thought I deserved to witness my own success.

Instead, I saw Silas standing in the center of the room with the Elders, beaming.

Camilla was clinging to his arm in a champagne dress, the emerald necklace resting perfectly on her chest.

"...The success of this operation is all thanks to Camilla," Silas announced loudly, raising his glass. "A toast to our Famiglia's finest Capo!"

I stood ten feet away, my feet glued to the floor.

The Elders raised their glasses, praising Camilla's brilliance and Silas's eye for talent.

Camilla lowered her head modestly. "It was all under Don Silas's guidance."

I watched as my blood, sweat, and tears were casually handed over to someone else.

Anger, humiliation, and deep resentment collided in my chest.

I forced my trembling hand to steady, grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and walked right up to them.

Silas's face changed the second he saw me.

Without a single word, I threw the entire glass of champagne right into his face.

The entire room fell dead silent.

I turned on my heel and walked out. Silas chased me down the hallway and grabbed my wrist.

"Scarlett! Are you insane? Do you know how bad you made me look in front of all those people?"

I ripped my hand out of his grip.

Seeing the tears welling in my eyes, his voice softened. "I didn't think you were coming tonight... I gave Camilla the credit to keep the Famiglia united. She took a bullet on the Westside. I had to compensate her somehow. But regardless, what you did was way out of line."

I looked up at him. The face I had loved for four years.

Under the dim lights, his features were exactly the same, but the Scarlett who loved him was already dead inside.

"Silas," I asked softly. "Did you really think I would never leave?"

He froze.

I didn't wait for his answer. I walked into the elevator.

Back at the penthouse, I dragged my two packed suitcases to the door.

I took off the engagement ring he gave me and left it on the console table.

I wanted a clean break. No ties. No leftovers.

On the plane, I leaned against the window, watching the city I lived in for four years disappear under the clouds.

Silas.

I whispered the name in my heart one last time.

Four years of sweetness, endurance, heartbreak, and despair—it all ended here.

From now on, I wasn't anyone's fiancée. I wasn't the future Donna.

I was just Scarlett.