The Betrayed Wife's Ruthless Mafia Comeback

Chapter 5

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 15/05/2026

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ining room felt like a battlefield. The air was thick wi

ad of the table. His eyes, old but still sha

the first time ever, Aria was seated at the table, next to him. She was practically

cably tailored black dress. My face was a placid m

se, even pieces, feeling Aria's triumpha

ps with a linen napkin. "Katarina," he said, his voic

rigid. He was expecting an a

met my father-in-law's gaze with a polite smile. "It was a complete success, Father.

I confirmed my success, explained my prese

ed nod. "Good. You always b

g. He respected va

ly, "I have another document here

lim, bound report. I handed it to the footm

ared, a flicker of unc

. The title was printed in stark, black letters: *De Lu

rrowing deeper with

time. I discovered several large disbursements to a series of shell corporations and perso

a's face went white. The fork in h

o. "All of these expenditures bypassed the standard approval pro

two targets, a

his?" Alessandro hissed,

ouse," I replied, my tone unassailable. "Ensuring tha

as attacking a breach of business prot

e knew exactly where that money had gone. To her invest

nger on the cover, a slow, rhythmic sound

room held

d eyes on his son

as a minor expense, Father. N

voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of

ing Aria, and he looked at her as if

, I saw a flicker of genuine approval. "You handled this

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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.”