Dante’s gaze landed on me, cold and filled with warning. It was the same look he gave to Capos who overstepped their bounds.

Then my phone buzzed twice. I glanced down.

Dante: [Do not mention the marriage.]

Dante: [Now is not the right time.]

I almost laughed. Not the right time. When would the right time be? After he and Viviana rewrote their love story? After everyone raised their glasses to celebrate their long‑awaited reunion? Or after I lost the title of Donna entirely?

I lifted my head slowly, and my long hair fell to my sides like armor. “Dante, were you not planning to say something at the banquet?”

The hall went silent.

Dante set down his glass. The gesture looked calm and controlled, and his body stayed rigid with tension.

Every eye turned to him. When he answered, he did not look at me.

“Yes, Tessa and I were together once.” He paused.

“That was in the past. I am single now.”

The words hit me like a bullet I had not seen coming.

My nails dug into my palms as I stared at him. This was the man who had knelt before me five years ago with a ring box in his hand and made vows that sounded eternal.

Just the night before the coalition banquet, he had cradled my face in his hands and told me I was the only thing keeping him human.

Viviana whipped around to face him, and her eyes lit up.

“Really?” she breathed. “You are single?”

Before he could answer, the entire banquet hall erupted. Laughter and cheers filled the air.

“Oh my God, this is perfect!”

“Seven years late, and worth every second of waiting. Fate always finds its way.”

“Someone pinch me. This is better than any movie!”

In the middle of the chaos, Lorenzo passed by me. He let out a quiet sigh, and his voice was so low that only I heard it.

“Pathetic.”

That single word shattered what little pride I had left.

I sank back into my chair. My legs could no longer hold me up.

The whispers around me grew sharper.

“So she is just an ex. I thought she was about to announce she is his wife or something.”

“Please. Look at her, then look at Don Dante. She was never in his league.”

“Imagine getting dumped and still putting on a show. Did she really think dating a Don meant she would become his Donna?”

“She was only a toy to pass the time.”

I stared down at my left hand. The diamond on my wedding ring caught the light from the chandelier above.

Pathetic. I was still wearing it.

Viviana noticed my reddened eyes and walked over with two glasses of champagne in hand.

“What is wrong, Tessa? Are you crying?”

She held out one of the glasses toward me.

“I know breaking up with a man like Dante must be hard. You have to look on the bright side. Dante just admitted publicly that you two had something. That is more than most people ever get.”

She tilted her head slightly. “I suppose being with you helped Dante figure out what he really wanted. I should thank you for that.

“Here, let me toast you.”

She drank smugly and finished her glass in one go.

I did not move. I said nothing.

Viviana did not push. She smiled, pulled the glass back, and turned to clink glasses with the friends congratulating her.

When Dante made his rounds and passed by me, he stopped. “Tessa. Behave. Do not embarrass Viviana.”

I looked him straight in the eye. He was the first to look away. Then he straightened and walked toward Viviana.

The crowd laughed and pushed the two of them together.

“Come on, drink. Make up for the toast you should have had seven years ago!”

“If we are making things up, what about that key card from seven years ago?”

“They are both single anyway. They might as well make up for everything!”

The jokes grew more vulgar with each passing minute. Every burst of laughter stripped away another layer of decency from the room.

Someone suggested sending for sex toys. Another volunteered to be the timekeeper.

Laughter echoed through the hall.

I closed my eyes and wished I could sink into the ground and disappear.

My phone buzzed again. I looked down at the screen.

Dante: [I am only tying up some loose ends.]

Dante: [You are still my wife.]

Dante: [We are only talking. It does not mean anything.]

Dante: [Our marriage is not shaken by this.]

I stared at the screen until the words blurred. Even as he sent that message, Dante and Viviana whispered close together, and her hand rested on his chest.

He could not acknowledge me as his wife in public, yet he expected me to believe this nonsense.

I did not reply. I only drank, glass after glass.

The bourbon burned like fire, and at least it numbed the pain in my chest.

I drank until nausea overtook me, then stumbled into the restroom. I barely made it in time to empty my stomach into the sink.

No one followed. No one checked on me.

When I returned to the banquet hall, the doors were half open and the music had changed to something hot and sleazy.

I stepped inside and found a crowd gathered in a circle in the middle of the hall.

Dante stood in the center, one hand on Viviana’s shoulder. One strap of her dress had slipped off, and it exposed her pale shoulder and delicate collarbone.

“Oh, stop it,” she protested in a weak voice, although her face held a coy smile that begged for more teasing.

The crowd around them chanted with excitement.

“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

My mind went blank. Then someone noticed me at the door.

“Hey, Tessa is back.”

Dante dropped his hand from Viviana’s shoulder and stepped back at once, putting distance between them.

If I had arrived five seconds earlier, he might have fooled me. His face still held the smudge of her lipstick. Her neck still showed the flush from his fingers.

He took a step toward me.

“We were only playing a drinking game,” he said quickly. “They egged us on. It was a penalty for losing.”

“A drinking game?” I repeated softly. “A penalty?”

I let out a soft laugh. “Since you all love drinking so much.”

I grabbed the nearest bottle of champagne and shook it hard.

Dante’s eyes widened. “Tessa, do not—”

I pressed my thumb against the cork and popped it open with a loud crack. Champagne exploded like a fountain and sprayed everyone in the hall.

Screams erupted at once.

“Tessa. Are you insane?”

“My watch. I just got it yesterday.”

“My hair. My makeup.”

Some cursed. Others tried to grab the bottle from my hand, and I dodged them all.

When I finished, everyone stood drenched and stared at me in disbelief.

Viviana stood in the center of the crowd, soaked and shivering.

“Dante,” she shrieked. “Do something. What is wrong with her?”

Dante’s expression changed at once. The warmth, the confusion, and the tipsy softness vanished.

“Are you out of your mind?” he snapped.

“Yes,” I said. “I am.”

I went insane the night I agreed to marry him.

A woman nearby grabbed my wrist and gasped.

“Wait, look. She is wearing a wedding ring.”

The murmurs picked up around me.

“She has some nerve. She is married and still throwing tantrums over her ex.”

“She is only an ex‑girlfriend acting like Dante belongs to her.”

“Someone go get her husband. Let him see how obsessed his wife is with her ex.”

Someone moved to shove me, ready to teach me a lesson. Dante stepped between us.

“Enough. Have we not embarrassed ourselves enough tonight? Do not let the whole city think the mafia is full of lunatics.”

He did not look at me. He took off his jacket and draped it over Viviana’s shoulders. Then he took her hand and led her toward the door.

“The Fumagalli family has a luxury boutique nearby. Whatever you want, it is on me.”

The crowd cheered. “The Don is too generous!”

The hall emptied like a receding tide and left only overturned chairs, spilled wine, and me standing in the wreckage.

After everyone left, the doors opened again. A driver in a black uniform stood in the doorway and bowed slightly.

“Donna, the Don sent me to take you home.”

I walked past him without a word. “No need.”

That place did not deserve to be called home anymore.

I hailed a taxi in the cold night air. When the driver asked for an address, I gave him the location of that luxury boutique.

I already knew what I would find there. I was right.

When I walked into the second floor of the Fumagalli boutique, Dante was asleep on a velvet chaise beside Viviana.

His suit jacket was folded under his head as a pillow. One hand rested near the hem of her dress, as if he wanted to protect her even in his sleep.

Shopping bags from overseas were piled around them like trophies.

Viviana leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Dante’s temple. Then she looked up and saw me standing in the doorway.

Any other woman would have flinched in that moment and shown guilt or shame. Viviana did not. Her smile only grew brighter.

She stood and walked over, then led me down to the first floor.

Viviana tilted her head slightly and studied me with the kind of look you gave a dress that did not fit quite right.

“Tessa, you look terrible. Have you been crying? That mascara is not doing you any favors today.”

I said nothing, and she did not seem to care.

“Look, I know this is hard for you. How long did you chase him? Seven years? Eight? That is a long time to spend chasing someone you can never have.

“He has made it clear now. He wants me, Tessa. Wake up. Stop clinging to him.

“I am being merciful. Most women in my position would have destroyed you by now. I am giving you a chance. Consider it a parting gift.”

I stared at her for three full seconds.

Everyone adored Viviana Lombardi. She was beautiful, intelligent, and charitable. She was the kind of woman fashion magazines called the epitome of grace, the kind men described as unforgettable.

All it took was one sentence at the banquet, “the key card was sent to the wrong person,” and the entire room rushed to believe her.

Poor Viviana, so misunderstood and so wronged.

I let out a soft laugh. “You are not merciful. You are afraid.”

Her smile faltered. “What did you say?”

I took a step forward, and my gaze turned sharp as a blade. “You think I do not remember? That key card seven years ago was not an accident where you gave it to the wrong person.

“You gave it to your cousin Enzo on purpose, did you not?”

“You are lying,” she said quietly, although her eyes darted away.

“Am I?” I tilted my head.

“On plenty of late nights, Enzo dropped you off three blocks away from your apartment. You walked the rest of the way so no one would see his car.”

“That is different,” she protested. “He is my cousin. We are family.”

“Is that right? Because I saw you check into a hotel with him one weekend. You were wearing his jacket, and his hand was on your waist. You could not admit it because he was already engaged to someone else. It would have been a scandal for the Lombardi family.

“As for Dante…”

I paused and watched her jaw tighten.

“Back then, he had nothing. No title, no territory. Only a sharp mind and a cot in his uncle’s warehouse.

“At a party, your friend asked if you liked him. You laughed and said…” I lowered my voice and matched her cutting tone. “‘Dante? That broke nobody? He can shoot, but he cannot afford diamonds. I am not stupid enough to marry a loser with no future.’”

Her voice turned sharp. “Mind your own business.”

“No,” I said. “You are the one who needs to mind hers.”

I knew why she was putting on this performance and why she had to rekindle things with Dante. Enzo’s wife had found out about their affair. The poor woman had nearly lost her mind.

Now Enzo kept his wife locked away to contain the fallout. The moment that woman got out, Viviana would be finished.

She needed a new protector before that happened.

“Then go tell him,” Viviana snapped, her composure cracking at last.

“Go ahead and tell him. Tell everyone. You think they will believe you? The woman who followed him around like a stray dog? Or me, the beloved Principessa?”

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“I am not going to tell him,” I said.

She blinked. “What?”

“Why would I tell him?”

I clenched my fist. The ring was still there, cold against my knuckles.

“I came here to tell you something.

“Dante is yours. Take him. I am giving him to you.”

She would get what was coming to her eventually.