Why the Mafia’s Wife Kills Chapter 04
After the pink diamond incident, Dante and I stopped speaking.
He didn’t come home.
Freya disappeared.
Only me and the staff remained in the mansion.
Dominic, the head butler, looked at me with pity.
He opened his mouth sometimes, then sighed and said nothing.
I knew what people were saying.
The Donna lost her mind.
Attacked the mistress out of jealousy.
The society wives who’d kissed up to me now stared with greedy curiosity.
My story was their favorite dinner-table gossip.
On the fifth night, I received a gold-embossed invitation.
Freya’s birthday party.
At a five-star hotel owned by the Lombardis.
Signed: Dante.
He was taunting me.
On the back, a small note:
You gonna come?
I stared at the words and smiled.
Dante, you still don’t know me.
The Simone who revolved around you is dead.
On the night of the party, I spent three hours getting ready.
I wore the red dress Dante hated most.
He said it was too loud, not fit for a Donna.
I did my makeup perfectly.
I slid on the pink diamond ring I’d taken from Freya.
It didn’t fit, so I taped the inside tight.
At seven o’clock sharp, I walked into the ballroom.
Dante stood in the center, in a custom black suit.
Freya was beside him.
She wore a white tulle dress.
Her right hand was wrapped in bandages.
Her left arm looped through Dante’s, smiling shyly.
The whole room went silent when I walked in.
Every eye locked on me.
Dante’s brow furrowed when he saw me.
Then his face went blank.
“Why is the Donna here?” someone whispered.
“This is gonna be good.”
I ignored the murmurs and walked straight to Dante.
Freya flinched and hid behind him.
“Dante,” I smiled. “Not happy to see me?”
Dante’s gaze was ice. “You actually had the guts to show up?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
I looked around. “Nice setup. How much? Three million? Five million?
Spending our marital money on your mistress’s birthday.
Generous of you, Mr. Lombardi.”
A sharp gasp ran through the crowd.
Dante’s face darkened. “Simone, stop this.”
“Stop?” I smiled wider. “I haven’t even started.”
I pulled a stack of papers from my clutch and slammed them on the table in front of him.
It was the divorce papers he’d sent three days earlier.
I’d signed them.
“I agree to the divorce,” I said. “But I have two conditions.”
Dante glanced at the papers, his expression hard to read. “Name them.”
“First, twenty percent of the Lombardi Group.”
A roar went up in the room.
Twenty percent of the Lombardi empire was worth nearly ten billion dollars.
“You’ve lost your mind,” Dante gritted out.
“Second,” I went on, my eyes turning to Freya.
“I want her to apologize publicly.
Admit she’s the other woman.
Admit her finger got exactly what she deserved.”
Freya went pale as a sheet.
“Simone!” Dante roared.
“What? Can’t do it?”
I stepped closer, nearly chest-to-chest with him.
“Dante, you either agree.
Or we drag this out forever.
I’m not in a hurry. I’ve got all the time in the world to play.”
We stood frozen, staring each other down.
The ballroom was dead quiet.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Dante to snap.
Then a familiar voice called from the door.
“Simone, why didn’t you invite me to the party?”