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Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 554    |    Released on: 22/10/2025

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and the lingering smell of stale coffee. In a secluded b

everythin

laid out the entire five-year lie. The secret family. The galler

ask crumbled. Shock hardened into a

swore, her voice low and vicious. "We

heir money, Debi. I don't want anything from them." My voice was devoi

n her eyes. She saw it then. This wasn't a

the table. "Ivan has a standing monthly prescription. A powerful, fast-actin

slept for twelve hours straight. The weekends I was too fa

ness. It was

th the blessing of my own parents. So they

"They were going to drug you on your birthday, Aliana. So

d into place. The tea. The special tea my

ile touched my lip

eyes

tle scene one last time," I

I signed the divorce papers. Then I signed the document Debi had drafted, renouncing the Do

ked a one-way flight to Portland, O

in the study. He quickly minimized a screen when I walked in, but not

is phone, which he'd left face-up o

Can't wait to celeb

cold, empty void. I felt no grief. No anger. Only the vas

s gone. In her place was a woma

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Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury
Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury
“For five years, I lived a beautiful lie. I was Aliana Hughes, the cherished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daughter of the Don. I believed my arranged marriage had blossomed into love. On my birthday, my husband promised me the amusement park. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celebrating the fifth birthday of the son I never knew he had. I overheard their plan. My husband called me a "naive fool," a placeholder to legitimize his secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car parked across the street. My family wasn't just aware; they were the architects of my ruin. Back home, I found the proof: a secret photo album of my husband's other family posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entire deception. They had even drugged me on weekends so he could play happy family. The grief didn't break me. It turned into something cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that was never mine, and a ghost has nothing to lose. I copied every damning file onto a USB drive. As they celebrated their perfect day, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While their world burned, I walked toward the airport, ready to erase myself and start over.”
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