My Husband's Mistress Killed Our Bab,Then I Walked Away with My Real Family

At the Church fundraiser banquet, Dante DeLuca threw red wine in my face to defend his favored kept woman.

"Bianca Bellandi, what's the point of deliberately body-checking a young woman?"

"Stop acting like some classless shrew who does nothing all day but pick fights."

The guests were well accustomed to spectacle in this world. Capos' wives, associates' daughters, silent partners draped in borrowed diamonds. They settled into their chairs with thin, knowing smiles, waiting for me to scream and flip tables and sob. That was what a disgraced bride did.