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After I handed over the Cianci family’s crucial Desert City casino project to Bianca Gallo—my husband’s mistress—he mistook my compliance for surrender. He thought I’d finally broken after his three-month-long silent treatment. He proposed a trip to the French Riviera to "compensate" me. He beamed. "Let's go to the French Riviera, Lia. We can start over." When Bianca heard, she threw a tearful tantrum and threatened to leave the family. Her usual trick. Brodie, completely bewitched, panicked. After three full days of placating her, he canceled our trip, citing "urgent family business"—then gave my first-class ticket to her. He just shrugged, dismissing me with a wave. "Emotions are a luxury, Lia. Family interests come first. You're my wife. You should understand the bigger picture." Of course. I just stared at Bianca’s latest post: an intimate photo of them on a private jet. She was wearing the couture gown I was supposed to wear, and the hand Brodie had resting on her bare thigh wore our wedding ring. I said nothing. Just a slow, deliberate nod. Brodie thought I was finally playing the part he’d cast for me: the quiet, sensible, elegant Donna. He promised an even grander "compensation" upon his return. Too bad for him, I had long since decided to exit this game of marriage and power. Too bad he had already signed the divorce papers with his own hand. We were over. ———————— 1 The day after Brodie and Bianca left for their romantic getaway, I finalized the transfer of my duties and cleared out my personal office on the top floor of the family headquarters. Less than ten minutes later, my access was revoked. The one who approved it, of course, was Brodie. "Looks like the Don's wanted her gone for a while. Smart girl, knows when to walk away." "Yeah, clinging on would only make it more humiliating. Wonder what she'll do now." "Who cares? We bust our asses for peanuts. She's the Donna. Even on the outs, she's got more money than we'll see in ten lifeti
