The moment the doctor delivered the news, Dante fell to his knees by my hospital bed. The ruthless mob boss collapsed, burying his face in my hands, his broad shoulders shaking with sobs. He begged for my forgiveness for two straight days.

I didn't push him away, but I didn't comfort him either. I just stared at the white ceiling and let him cry.

When I returned to the estate after being discharged, Dante was a different man. He made a grand show of cutting off all non-essential contact with Tess, intentionally leaving his encrypted phone unlocked on the kitchen counter, and reporting his whereabouts to me like a subordinate before leaving the house.

I looked at those black devices and pushed them back toward him. "I’m too tired to play this anymore." I turned and locked myself in the guest room.

His repentance was nothing more than a performance.

I had already bought a one-way ticket to a city far away.

On the day I packed my last bag, I looked around our shared walk-in closet.

I packed only a canvas duffel bag containing my ID, untraceable cash, and a few simple clothes.

I left behind all the expensive gowns, the custom heels, the millions of dollars in diamonds. I discarded every relic of the extravagant life I’d lived as the Godfather’s wife.

As I stood there silently, Dante was addressing the Commission, celebrating a Syndicate victory. The meeting was being broadcast live through the secure tablet in my room.

I stared blankly at the screen as an elderly Capo asked him the secret of his success. Dante stood at the head of the mahogany table, looking directly into the camera:

"I owe everything I am to my wife, Sienna."

The boardroom erupted in applause. My gaze involuntarily fell on Tess, standing in the shadows of the background. As the men cheered for me, she forced a stiff, pained smile.

I turned off the tablet.

The Mafia’s private courier service was already waiting. I handed him the divorce papers.

"And this." I took off the cheap wedding ring.

"Understood, ma'am. It will be delivered this afternoon," the courier confirmed and left.

I took a taxi to the airport and printed my boarding pass.

I stood at the gate, watching the planes pierce the overcast sky.

Seconds before final boarding, the phone in my pocket vibrated. Caller ID: Dante.

I pressed the green button and held it to my ear. Before Dante could speak, I heard Tess’s cheerful, breathless voice in the background:

"Boss, you were amazing today! Let's go celebrate... just the two of us."

I pulled the phone away from my ear, hit the red button, and handed my ticket to the gate agent.

Let it all end here, Dante.

Dante’s POV

I instinctively covered the receiver. The thought of Sienna hearing Tess’s voice made my blood run cold.

I looked at Tess and gave a reluctant nod. "Fine, we’ll have a drink."

Tess let out a small cheer of victory and grabbed my arm. I looked down at my phone screen—the call had been disconnected.

Staring at the blank screen, I felt a suffocating pressure in my chest.

An hour later, I returned to Syndicate HQ and locked myself in my private office. Tess burst in, clutching a thick manila envelope.

"Boss, an urgent package sent directly from the Madam."

I reached for the envelope. As my fingers brushed the thick paper, a cold premonition washed over me. Sienna had never sent anything to headquarters before.

I tore the seal with my thumb, my hand trembling as I pulled out a stack of crisp white documents. My vision began to blur at the edges. I had to lean my full weight against the desk to keep my legs from giving out.

The only sound in the room was the rushing of blood in my ears.

"Boss... what does she mean?" Tess stammered. "Is she really asking for a divorce?"

I didn't hear her. I stared at the bold black font at the top of the page: Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.

A total violation of Omertà, a violation of the sacred laws of the family. No one leaves the Syndicate, and no one leaves the Godfather.

But the evidence was right there, signed in Sienna’s elegant hand at the bottom of the page.

I tipped the envelope upside down over the desk. A small object fell out, hitting the mahogany with a sharp metallic clink.

It was her wedding ring—a plain steel band.

I stared at that cheap ring, my vision blurring.

I remembered the day we stood in that dim little chapel, back when I was just a low-level enforcer. Sienna had stolen her family’s marriage registry papers just to marry me.

She had specifically picked out the cheapest ring in the display case and then looked up at me with a smile:

"When you run this city, you can buy me a better one."

A sudden heat burned my eyes.

I remembered the blood oath I had sworn to protect and cherish her for the rest of my life.

And yet, I hadn't even bought her a better ring.

I forgot... I just, forgot.

Dante’s POV

"Boss!" Tess called my name twice before I snapped back to reality.

I grabbed the steel band from the desk and squeezed it tight in my fist. The cheap metal dug into my palm, but the physical sting was nothing compared to the massive void in my chest.

I refused to sign the papers. I shoved them roughly back into the envelope and threw them into a drawer.

Tess leaned over the desk, letting out a soft scoff. "She’s just throwing a tantrum. She’s threatened this before, but she’s never actually followed through."

I slowly lifted my head, a cold fury gathering in my heart. "Don’t you dare speak about my wife like that again!"

Tess took a step back, sticking her tongue out as if to break the tension.

But her dismissive words echoed in my mind, planting a seed of desperate hope.

She had to be right. Sienna was just acting out of grief. She was just throwing a tantrum.

I stood up abruptly and stormed out of headquarters. I drove through the city streets like a madman until I reached the estate gates.

I kicked open the front door and raced up the stairs to the master bedroom.

I stopped dead in the doorway.

Her presence had vanished from the room.

The closet doors were wide open. The expensive gowns I’d bought hung motionless, but her favorite, simple old clothes were gone.

The cheap toiletries on the vanity had been cleared away, and the velvet box containing the diamond jewelry I’d gifted her sat alone like a museum exhibit.

A wave of nausea hit me. I realized I hadn't been home since the Commission meeting days ago.

I pulled out my private phone and scrolled through our text history. She had changed so much since the miscarriage. No more asking about my whereabouts, no more asking for my time. Just an icy silence.

"Sienna, when are you coming home?" I typed and hit send.

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for hours in the dark.

Just before midnight, the phone finally vibrated:

"Did you sign? I’m only coming back to finish the final paperwork."

I stared at the glowing words on the screen, feeling the air in my lungs turn to dust. I immediately hit the call button, dialing her over and over, my hands shaking uncontrollably.

The ringing suddenly stopped.

"Hello." Her voice was soft, completely devoid of emotion.