My Husband the Don Betrayed Me,So I Married His Rival

In the second year of our renewed alliance marriage, I caught Vittorio Falcone with another woman for the third time.

He expected me to throw a fit, maybe even demand a dissolution of vows.

What he didn't expect was for me to do the opposite. No hysterics. No interrogation. Instead, I personally bought him a hundred condoms and a hundred sets of lingerie.

Afterward, Vittorio came to me on his own. "She threw herself at me that time..."

"I know." I cut him off, all understanding. "I didn't see anything. Didn't hear anything. Don't worry about me."

My indifference made him frown.