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Divorcing The Don: I Am Free Now

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1049 | Released on: 10/11/2026

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estate keys onto the polish

rply against the surfac

and front doors and

my phone buzzed with a notification

opened a new betting poo

ling back in three days. Others

them, slamming down three

in the chat, dripping

last the Gr

oing to coax her this time, s

wing screen, my hea

ity, arriving at a dusty, abandoned safeh

heavy with the scent of

ing the scuffed floors, putting my

message from Lorenzo

ral mansion. Be there at seven. You need to

s, slipped into a simple black dr

omed like a massive ston

ning room and immediately

sitting i

o Lorenzo's right-the seat I had occu

ther, sat at the opposite en

silk blouse and looked at me w

inting a bony, jewel-encrusted finger toward the far e

g the Family. You know the r

y head held high and

d and deliberate

bound book from the table and tosse

aster ledger of allia

g back in his chair with arrogant ease.

ds on the table and gave me a w

kind of gifts does Mother like? And

was enjoying watching me being forced

tioned sharply to

bringing a crystal decan

irst glass and handed

Family ritual meant only for t

glass, her face flushing

ther and Father, ju

k at me. He simply smile

them, but Lorenzo instead pushe

th the etiquette, Serena. Sho

red the dark liquid into his glass without

need to ask

on Lorenzo's lip

lence as your

re, the more it proves you are

nd the entire Family surroun

out large, steam

d in front of me was a ri

ightened in

severe, life-threatening allerg

She was busy cutting her stea

ianna let out a s

il in this risotto. I r

snapped her fin

kitchen. Remake the ent

ed frantically to

, staring down at my

er, the photographer arrived for

front of the massiv

turned her co

, Serena. Let Gianna wear it for a fe

down at

d been given to me on my wedding day. I ha

renzo stepped directly in fro

lled the ban

e, bruising my knuckles and leaving a

ere chipped, then personally slid the

gize. Once this is over, I will

lled for everyone t

d right nex

dging me backward shoulder by shoulder, until I

ing flash

oup chat settings, and silently left the encrypte

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Divorcing The Don: I Am Free Now

Érica Christiehh Mafia

“Lorenzo loved proving to the Underworld how desperately I loved him. So, on every anniversary, he presented me with fake divorce papers, betting with his Capos on the exact minute I would break down and beg him to stay. In our first year, he slid the Syndicate Severance Decree across the mahogany table with a cruel smirk. "If you don't care about me, sign it." I cried and tore the document to shreds. He pulled me into his arms in front of all his men. "I knew it. You cannot bear to leave me." In our second year, he let Gianna-his childhood friend and the Consigliere's daughter-sit right beside him. He looked at my pale face and asked, "What would you do if she actually became the new Donna?" With red eyes, I begged him to stop playing these twisted games. He simply kissed my forehead, his voice dripping with arrogant satisfaction. "Look at you. You really cannot live without me." In our third year, he had his ruthless Syndicate Fixer publicly read another fake decree. He forced me to declare in front of the entire Family, "I will never leave you, Lorenzo." His men secretly recorded my traumatic panic attacks. They cataloged my tears, using my breakdowns to entertain their underground betting ring. Until our eighth anniversary. The Fixer slid the documents toward me once again. But this time, the decree was real. Lorenzo had already signed his name on the dotted line. Gianna sat intimately close to him, asking in a soft, carrying whisper, "Once this little game is over, can I finally be the Donna?" Lorenzo looked at me with absolute certainty, waiting for my usual breakdown. "As long as you drop to your knees and beg like you always do, this decree will not take effect." Everyone in the room held their breath, waiting for me to tear the papers and throw myself into his arms. Instead, I calmly picked up a black pen and signed my name on the very last page. The arrogant smile on Lorenzo's face slowly froze. I pushed the finalized decree back to him and slid the heavy, diamond-encrusted Mafia wedding band off my finger. "She can stay," I said, my voice eerily steady. "And you can find someone else to prove their love for your sick bets." Because my love for him was dead.”