The Don’s Wife Was Never His to Keep

At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her.

Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner.

Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then.

After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

Her gaze fell on my wrist.I wore an extremely rare jadeite bangle.

It was a birthday gift from Santino three years ago. Knowing I loved antiques, he had bought it at an auction for fifty million dollars.

Fiora let out a soft laugh and leaned deliberately close to my ear.

“Arabella, since you’ve already handed over the ring that symbolizes the Don’s wife, don’t you think it’s inappropriate for you to wear jewelry that belongs to the lady of the Falcone family?”

She reached out, trying to touch the bangle.

I took a step back.

Fiora took the opportunity to tilt the glass of red wine in her hand.The red liquid spilled all over my couture gown.

With a sharp clatter, the stemmed glass fell to the floor and shattered into countless pieces.

Fiora immediately covered the back of her hand, her eyes reddening at once, and large tears streamed down her face.

“Arabella, I just thought the bangle was pretty and wanted a look. If you didn’t want me to, you could’ve just said so… why did you push me?”

The music screeched to a halt.

All eyes were on us.

For the past seven years, any woman who dared to challenge me was thrown out of this estate without a second thought.

I once shoved a movie star's head into a freezing fountain in front of all of Chicago. She had tried to climb into Santino’s bed.

"What's wrong?" Santino pushed through the crowd, pulling Fiora into his arms.

He looked down at an extremely faint red mark on the back of Fiona's hand, his brows knitting together at once.

"Arabella! You're being jealous over nothing again!

His voice was filled with undisguised favoritism and blame.

I looked at the face I once loved more than life itself. A sharp pain shot through the depths of her heart.

I took a deep breath, holding back the soreness in my eyes.I didn't explain, nor did I lose my temper.I raised my hand and took off the bracelet I cherished so much.Under everyone's shocked stares, I held the bracelet out in front of Fiona.

"If you like it, it's yours. I just lost my balance earlier, sorry."

Santino froze stiff.

A flash of extreme astonishment crossed his eyes, and his frown deepened.

Fiora was also stunned, so much so that she forgot to keep crying.

I took out a handkerchief and dried the wine off my hands, then squatted down.I picked up the broken glass shards from the floor one by one with my bare hands and placed them into the waiter’s tray.When I finished, I stood up and looked at Santino.

“My dress is dirty. I’ll go upstairs to change first.”

I turned and walked toward the second floor, my back straight and rigid.Santino’s gaze remained fixed on my back the entire time.

Back in my room, I shut the door and finally let my legs give out. I slid down, my back against the wood.

The obsession, the love, the seven-year-long fight.

Today, it was finally over.