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Too Late For Regret: The Capo's Ex-Wife

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 499    |    Released on: 08/03/2026

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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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