The Dons Forbidden Wife

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self around me or my wife ever again."

Their hands are firm, unyielding, like I'm

polished floor. I stumble. Someone laughs. People don't pretend anymor

ntonio raises his voice deliberately, projecting. "She drained me for years," he says, shaki

tupid, hoping he'll look at me one last time. He doesn't instead he grabs Isabella, wrapping his arm around her waist . H

he glass doors stand ahead, clear and u

ide, the city crashes into me. There was a buzz, people moving about as if the world hadn't stop

almost drop my phone twice. I know people stare as I push past them, but I don't care. My mother's room

"Mom," I whisper. "I'm here." My throat closes. I force a smile she can't see. "They're go

e the deposit," I say quickly, cutting him off. "Please. Just start the surgery." At the billi

tarts to race. I pull out

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," I say, my voice crackin

." Panic crawls up my throat, thick and suffocating. A billing clerk types someth

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mean frozen

were transferred earlier to

Zero. I stumble back, barely managing to get out of the

ore I'm inside the bank, slamming my hands on

up, then freezes wh

. "Mrs. Romano. Your hu

e what?" "He authori

," I say. "I didn'

e here." I read every page. The signatures are c

She doesn't meet my eyes. My

diately. "What do you w

y voice breaking. "You

"Because I could," he says. "Th

y. "That money was mine.

problem anymore

his." "Yes," he says calmly. "And if I were you, I'd stop calling before you make things wor

all again," she says calmly. "We know wh

of the bank lobby as people brush past me like I don't exist. I walk outside. The sun is too brig