Too Late For Regret: The Capo's Ex-Wife
To save my husband, the crime lord of this city, I took a bullet to the gut.
As I lay dying, Dante didn't even glance my way.
He was too busy shielding his mistress, Camilla, checking her for scratches.
When I woke in the hospital, I found out that while I was unconscious, my brother had called, screaming for help.
Camilla answered my phone. She told Dante it was just a prank.
The next morning, my brother was found dead in a dumpster.
When I confronted Dante, he defended her innocence, told me not to make a federal case out of it.
He forcibly removed my grandmother's heirloom ring from my finger and slipped it onto hers.
He mocked me for being unable to bear his heir, completely disregarding the fact that I'd lost that ability five years ago, taking shrapnel for him.
Camilla delivered the final cut: our marriage license was never registered.
Ten years. I was never his legal wife.
He thought I was trapped. He thought without the Moretti name, I was nothing.
But I didn't cry. I went to the guest room and packed my knives, not my clothes.
Two years later, I run the only security firm that can rival his.
When a man, his face a ruin, appeared at my brother's grave begging for forgiveness, I felt neither love nor hate.
"I'm free," I said.
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Chapter 6
On the grainy security footage, a figure in black walked out the back door.
She carried a bag.
She didn't look back.
She walked straight into the pre-dawn dark until it swallowed her.
I stared at the screen, my limbs feeling heavy, disconnected from my body.
She was gone.
She'd actually left.
"Dante?" Camilla's voice came from the top of the stairs, thin, whining. "Why are you shouting? You'll wake the baby."
I looked up at her.
She was wearing the ring.
My grandmother's ring.
For the first time, it looked like a piece of cheap glass.
A cheap prop for a girl playing dress-up.
"She's gone," I said, the words escaping like a puff of stale air.
"Who? The maid?" Camilla yawned, her voice dripping with boredom. "Good. She was such a downer anyway."
She paused to examine her nails, then rustled her silk robe and turned back toward the bedroom.
I stood there, gripping the edge of the desk until the wood creaked under my fingers.
She'd be back.
She had nowhere to go.
This house, this life, was all she'd ever known.
But as I stared at the empty driveway on the monitor, the silence in the house felt less like peace and more like a tomb.
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