The Betrayed Wife's Ruthless Mafia Comeback

Chapter 3

Word Count: 570 | Released on: 15/05/2026

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ygen from the room. A dull ringing started in m

. She was waiting for the explosion. The tears, th

ching me with the detached curiosity of a scie

ve them

k the hot sting of tears. My spine straightened, a s

y toward the enormous desk. My movements were measured, gracefu

r of the mahogany, my fingertips brushing agai

A farewell. To my work, to my value, to

weapon, and I could feel it unnerving them more than any o

the doorknob

er Alessandro's shoulder to land, f

st a vast, empty coldness. The lo

her triumphant eyes, and instinct

mouth to lift in a smile so faint, so chilling,

me, shutting them in wi

y composure holding by a thread, and then I saw her. At the far end of the corridor,

n, but not before I saw the emotion in her

as p

cut than Alessandro's cruelty. I had always been the untouchable Mrs. De Luca, a

The argument hadn't been contained within the study. The

ess of the house. I was a joke. The

wn the next hall, more servants were suddenly busy, th

wn, all in the sp

uite. My hand trembled as I turned the key in t

inst the door, and l

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The Betrayed Wife's Ruthless Mafia Comeback

Sofia Wade Mafia

“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.”