The Donna He Lost
Four years of loving Marchello Enzo taught me one thing—
it was finally time to let him go.
He was the Don of the Marchello mafia empire.
And I was supposed to become his Donna—his partner, his equal, the woman who stood at his side.
But the moment his childhood sweetheart returned, radiant and adored, I understood something painfully simple:
The title of Donna was never meant for me. It belonged to her.
So before I walked away, I made three quiet decisions—
First, I tossed the wedding ring he believed I treasured, and altered my million-dollar wedding dress to the measurements of the woman who had always held his heart.
Second, I packed every extravagant gift he had ever given me—and donate