The Don Can't Hide His Wife Anymore

Synopsis

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked hischildhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding,in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he leftme at the altar. The first time, Cecilia's prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, tryingto calm down the family elders. The second time, Ceciliathrew a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding,his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head.But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shutme up with a cold, hard kiss. "She's just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class." After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across thetable. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. "Our marriage, our alliance-it's over."