He Replaced His Wife And Lost His Mafia Empire Chapter 16
The next day, the lawyer sent the divorce agreement to Dominic’s office.
At the same time, a neutral adviser delivered another document: the revocation of authority statement.
The civil divorce would end the marriage. The internal statement required the Moretti family to publicly acknowledge that I was no longer under Dominic’s command and no longer responsible for his books, debts, or promises.
Dominic refused to sign.
When the agreement was returned, a handwritten line had been added to the first page.
*I do not agree to end this marriage.*
After reading it, Miles only told the lawyer to continue with the divorce proceedings and the adviser to proceed with the witness hearing as planned.
I never contacted Dominic again.
He could drag out the civil process, but he couldn’t make every captain ignore the surveillance footage, the recordings, or the fact that the Costa family had already withdrawn its support.
A week later, Margaret came to the hospital.
She didn’t bring the pearl necklace. She just sat down across from me, leaning on her cane.
“Dominic has done something unforgivable.”
She was the first person in the Moretti family to acknowledge the gravity of what he had done.
But what came next was what I expected.
“The family is in serious trouble now. If you return, the captains will renew their loyalty to Dominic, and the Costa family may reconsider its position.”
“So who, exactly, do you want me to go back and save?”
Margaret fell silent.
“My marriage? Or the Moretti family?”
“There’s no need to separate the two so clearly.”
I looked at her.
“For five years, you would let any woman Dominic brought home into the Lake Geneva house, but you wouldn’t let me attend a single winter dinner.”
“Now that the family needs my name and my profession, this is the first time you’ve come to see me.”
Margaret tightened her grip on her cane.
“Every year, Dominic said it was you who refused to come.”
“Did you believe him?”
She didn’t answer.
Whether she had been deceived or not, she had never once called to confirm the truth in five years.
“I’m not going back.”
I pressed the call button by the bed.
“Please leave.”
As Margaret stood, her stooped figure no longer looked dignified.
At last, she knew the name Moretti could not keep everyone waiting forever outside a closed door.