Ashes Of Betrayal: My Ex-Husband's Regret

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nstead, he had his men escort me to an armored SUV a

d us with a heavy, metallic groan.

oment I stepped into the foyer. Dante handed me

th only one number,"

our master bedroom, my

rned," I demanded. "And I

ket and tossed it onto the

ing tomorrow," he said, "w

hands in a placating gesture, att

be," he claimed. "Angelo was conceived before our arranged mar

h, my skin crawling. I asked him

ionally?" I asked, my voice trembling but res

head immediately

ctioned that day," he said. "I swear

t him, see

le Valentina out of the country in the dead of night

loser, his pres

r face," he claimed, his voice dropping to a

ante never investigated the truth beca

. He buried the incident to keep his Maf

re Enzo stepped inside, carefully shutting it behind h

ouse," he whispered. "Angelo is running a dan

is guilt and his bloodline. Then, he turned arou

door clicked

rantic beating of my own heart. With every step toward the study, my ank

ndline and dialed Luca Ro

red on the

st clauses," I told him, my voice low and steady. "Pre

calm and sharp

mer estate cleaner kept a hidden audio recording

he words echoing in my ears. "She confessed to t

elivered th

ff on a massive payout to

s the betrayal, the s

loosened, holding a crumpled piece of drawing paper in his hand. He lo

woman, and a little boy. Above them, a child's messy handwriting had written Papa, Mam

eating his fever," Dante said, his voice

n-existent person because he heard us arguing about your dead bab

ocent cruelty to twist the

the desk, snapped it in half, an

oudly. Without breaking eye contact wi

choed through

suppressed a murder charge to protect his bloodline. I have already transmitted the encrypted files to my contact at the Department of Justi

g-the money, my freedom, even my grief. Now, the only thing left in his pow