I Married The Don 3 Years While He Kept His Mistress 7 Years Chapter 04
I knew Lorenzo wouldn’t come after me.
Still, I looked back—twice. Pathetic, I know.
The estate gates closed slowly behind me.
The porch lights stretched the shadows of the iron railings long across the gravel.
There was no one standing under the portico.
On the way to the shelter, my phone buzzed twice.
[Take three days to cool off. I don’t have time for your games.]
I didn’t reply.
A minute later, another one came through:
[Chiara’s termination paperwork takes time.]
The next day, I showed up at the old house in Palermo. Lorenzo was already there.
He looked the same as always—composed, sharp in his suit, every hair in place.
But I noticed it right away. His wedding ring was gone.
All that was left was a pale indent on his finger. Like a scar that hadn’t quite healed.
That mark reminded me of one thing: Lorenzo Greco was the one in control here.
Me?
I didn’t have the right to be angry.
“Oh, little Donna, so sorry—I hope you don’t mind me tagging along with the Don~”
Chiara stepped out from behind Lorenzo, and I froze for a second.
She was wearing a high-neck cashmere sweater. It still didn’t cover the marks on her neck.
Chiara smiled as she brushed past me.
“Excuse us, let us through~”
She glanced back at Lorenzo.
“Don, you were coughing this morning—I’ll grab that camel coat from the bedroom for you. It’s still in the third drawer, right?”
“Oh, and your shirt needs pressing too. I’ll take care of it when you change.”
I watched her walk into the old house, all grace and confidence, and I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me.
“Your personal secretary sure knows you well.”
Then I lifted my chin, looked Lorenzo right in the eyes, and said it clear as day:
“Uncle.”
The moment the word left my mouth, his face went rigid.
His jaw tightened. He looked like he was holding something back.
After a few seconds, he leaned in and lowered his voice, laced with warning:
“Aurora. Everything you have comes from the Greco family. Don’t kid yourself—you think that little animal shelter of yours could keep you alive? You need to know when to stop with this jealousy.”
And then it clicked.
The missing ring. Bringing Chiara here.
This was his punishment.
He was still mad I’d slapped him last night.
Mad I’d pushed him away. Mad I hadn’t texted him back or come crawling to make peace.
This was his way of reminding me who held all the cards.
I didn’t get to be angry. I didn’t get to ask for a divorce.
But he didn’t get it. He never did.
The house. The car. The money in my accounts. None of it was ever what I wanted.
I looked at him. Then I reached down and pulled my own wedding ring off my finger.
I dropped it on the ground.
The ring spun across the stone pavers, clinking a few times, before it rolled into the olive grove and disappeared.
Ignoring the way Lorenzo’s face shifted—shock, then something darker—I turned and walked straight into the living room.
“Grandma.”
I crouched down beside her wheelchair so I could look her in the eye. I even managed a small smile.
“I want to divorce Lorenzo.”
The words had barely left my mouth when—
Shatter. Glass breaking at the front door.
I turned around.
Lorenzo stood there, his face drained of every last drop of color.