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The Betrayed Wife's Ruthless Mafia Comeback

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 577    |    Released on: 15/05/2026

a De Lu

e was worse tha

of the massive mahogany desk, his father's desk, and Ari

ting mix of expensive whiskey

in. When she saw me, she let out a small gasp, burrowing into Alessandro's chest like a star

nic in his eyes, only the faint, irritated frown

. That single, deliberate inaction

crushed beneath Aria's elbow. My heart sank. This wasn't just an affair.

still, to lock my eyes

was a sliver of ice,

impatience. "Who told you to come in wi

o thick I almos

came to report on the North Europ

sh of grudging admiration in their dep

ce like a razor's edge.

adjustment, her eyes fixed on me like

. My pride wo

I insisted, my voic

ll frame casting a long, oppressive shadow over me. He walked until he was s

ith his finger. "Why are you always so boring? You're just lik

at the very things I had cult

ow preening by the desk, "need a living, breathing woma

pture. Sp

ered into a million pieces. T

his, her voice a syrupy poison. "Darling, don't be so harsh

*sister*, was a

only seemed to irritate him further. He felt no gu

at the open door, hi

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The Betrayed Wife's Ruthless Mafia Comeback
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“For five years, I was the flawless wife to the heir of the De Luca empire, securing billion-dollar acquisitions to prove my worth. But my husband, Alessandro, still paraded his mistress in our home, publicly humiliating me as a "cold spreadsheet" while she sneered in triumph. It didn't stop at infidelity. When I dared to cut off her credit cards, Alessandro decided to teach me a lesson. He allowed his mistress to secretly file down the metal clasp on my horse's saddle right before a massive public equestrian event. My leg was completely shattered in a horrific, agonizing fall in front of hundreds of elite guests. While I lay bleeding in the dirt, my husband didn't even glance my way. Instead, he rushed to hold his mistress, shielding her eyes from the gruesome sight. Later, pretending to be unconscious in the infirmary, I overheard him ordering his guards. "Get rid of the saddle. It was just a lesson to remind her who's in charge." He didn't just want me humiliated; he wanted me crippled and broken. As the sterile smell of the hospital hit me, a horrifying realization set in-I was two weeks late. I was pregnant with his child. The thought of my baby growing up in this ruthless, toxic family made my blood run cold, and the last spark of my love turned into absolute hatred. The obedient wife died on that dirt track. I quietly contacted his family's biggest rival and activated my secret scorched-earth protocol. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.”