When the Don Wept for Her

The mafia coalition’s family banquet had reached its liveliest point. Someone started stirring things up and steered the conversation toward the youngest Don of the Fumagalli family, Dante Fumagalli. “Dante, before you came to power, all those old Dons from the major families were falling over themselves to push their daughters at you. Was there ever one you actually wanted?” I stood half a step behind him, and my knuckles turned white around my wine glass. Dante did not answer right away. His gaze swept over me, cool and indifferent, before he turned toward Viviana Lombardi, who still held the crowd’s attention. “I wanted her.” Viviana spun around so fast that wine splashed from her glass onto her wrist. “Then why did you not come when I gave you that hotel key card all those years ago?” The calm on Dante’s face finally cracked. He frowned. “Your key card? Was that not for Enzo Ricci?” “How could it have been for Enzo?” Viviana’s eyes reddened. “He is my first cousin.” One question led to another and the truth emerged. That hotel key card had been handed to the wrong person by a Soldato. Because of that mistake, they had missed each other. Viviana burst into tears on the spot. Regret shadowed Dante’s expression. Just then, someone laughed softly. “What a coincidence. Was the key card really delivered to the wrong person, or did someone make sure it ended up in the wrong hands?” In an instant, every eye in the room turned to me. Everyone remembered me. I was the woman who used to trail after Dante Fumagalli like a lovesick fool. I turned to look at Dante and hoped he would say something for me. I hoped he would tell them we had been secretly married for five years and that he had been the one who pursued me back then. He said nothing. He did not defend me. He did not deny anything. He stared ahead in silence as if none of this had anything to do with him. In that moment, I pulled off the wedding ring I had worn for five years. Chapter 1 The mafia coalition’s family banquet had reached its liveliest point. Someone started stirring things up and steered the conversation toward the youngest Don of the Fumagalli family, Dante Fumagalli. “Dante, before you came to power, all those old Dons from the major families were falling over themselves to push their daughters at you. Was there ever one you actually wanted?” I stood half a step behind him, and my knuckles turned white around my wine glass. Dante did not answer right away. His gaze swept over me, cool and indifferent, before he turned toward Viviana Lombardi, who still held the crowd’s attention. “I wanted her.” Viviana spun around so fast that wine splashed from her glass onto her wrist. “Then why did you not come when I gave you that hotel key card all those years ago?” The calm on Dante’s face finally cracked. He frowned. “Your key card? Was that not for Enzo Ricci?” “How could it have been for Enzo?” Viviana’s eyes reddened. “He is my first cousin.” One question led to another and the truth emerged. That hotel key card had been handed to the wrong person by a Soldato. Because of that mistake, they had missed each other. Viviana burst into tears on the spot. Regret shadowed Dante’s expression. Just then, someone laughed softly. “What a coincidence. Was the key card really delivered to the wrong person, or did someone make sure it ended up in the wrong hands?” In an instant, every eye in the room turned to me. Everyone remembered me. I was the woman who used to trail after Dante Fumagalli like a lovesick fool. I turned to look at Dante and hoped he would say something for me. I hoped he would tell them we had been secretly married for five years and that he had been the one who pursued me back then. He said nothing. He did not defend me. He did not deny anything. He stared ahead in silence as if none of this had anything to do with him. In that moment, I pulled off the wedding ring I had worn for five years. I told myself it was over. ... I watched Viviana Lombardi stumble across the banquet hall and throw herself into my husband’s arms. “All these years…” She sobbed and struggled to speak. “It was just a misunderstanding. One stupid misunderstanding, and we lost seven years.” Dante did not push her away. He even patted her back gently to comfort her. “No one could have predicted it.” His voice was low and steady. “That Soldato who delivered the message swore he had given it to the right person. By the time I found out the truth—” “You were already gone.” Viviana lifted her tear‑streaked face. “We had both already left.” Someone refilled her wine glass. Another person handed Dante a handkerchief. He used it to wipe the tears from her cheeks, smooth the wrinkles at her collar, then hand her the wine glass. He was too busy to spare me a single glance. Around them, the entire hall erupted over the sudden turn of events. “Look at them,” an Underboss called out loudly. “Seven years late, and they still have not forgotten each other. Who would have seen this coming?” “Anyone would have seen it,” a Consigliere scoffed. “We all knew. Those two were always like planets orbiting each other. If they had gotten married back then, their eldest would probably be learning piano by now.” A sharper voice cut through the noise. “They might have gotten married if some shameless woman had not gotten in the way back then.” A few people ducked their heads and snickered into their wine glasses. Their eyes drifted toward me with vicious intent. I kept my spine straight. My nails dug into my palm and left crescent‑shaped marks. Then a gossipy Don’s wife sidled over, and her brightly painted lips curled into a smile. “Tell the truth, carina. You swapped that key card, did you not? You were that desperate to get Dante?” I clenched my jaw. “It was not me.” The moment the words left my mouth, laughter erupted around me. “Oh, please. It was definitely her.” “Why even ask? We all knew Dante and Viviana were the perfect match. Everyone could see it. Tessa never knew when to back off.” “She was always finding excuses to be alone with him. Private balcony meetings, late‑night errands, hushed conversations. Please. It was so obvious.” “I bet the second that key card left Viviana’s hand, Tessa swapped it.” “Imagine chasing after a man for years when he never once looked back at you. How pathetic and desperate.” The accusations came without evidence or hesitation. When it came to me, they never needed either. However, they did not know the truth. Dante Fumagalli had spent seven years in my bed, and I had worn his ring for five. Every signature on our marriage certificate had been real. Chapter 2 They only remembered what they wanted to remember. They remembered that I stood too close to Dante, close enough to start rumors, close enough to be labeled desperate and delusional. They decided I was the shameless one who harassed Dante and foolishly dreamed of becoming his Donna. From the very beginning, Dante had been the one who pursued me. Every invitation, every late‑night phone call, and every step forward in our relationship came from him. He valued his privacy and security, so he never made our relationship public. That turned him into the innocent victim of my so‑called harassment. He was the youngest Don in the northern territory, brilliant, ruthless, and magnetic. In their eyes, I was only a woman who trailed half a step behind him at social events. I was an out‑of‑place accessory. Still, that did not give them the right to tear me apart with their words. I turned to face them with a blank expression. “If your tongue is good for anything besides drinking,” I said quietly, “feel free to cut it out.” The hall fell silent for half a second. Then someone slammed a fist against the marble bar behind them. “Tessa, who the hell do you think you are?” He jabbed a finger at me, and his face turned red with alcohol. “If you had anything going for you, you would not have chased Dante for seven years without getting a damn thing out of it. You know what people say about you behind your back? “A nobody chasing after royalty.” Laughter rippled through the crowd. My cheeks burned. My eyes stung. I bit down hard and refused to let the tears fall. I turned toward my husband. He still stood beside Viviana, and his gaze met mine for a split second before sliding away. In that moment, the ring on my finger felt impossibly cold. I scanned the room and my eyes landed on a man in the corner. He was Lorenzo Moretti, Dante’s closest friend and his Consigliere. In the entire banquet hall, he was the only one who knew I had been Dante’s Donna for five years. However, Lorenzo hated me. He believed I had drugged Dante to get that ring on my finger. He heard every insult thrown at me. When they mocked me, he raised his glass in a distant toast. “Some people just cannot see themselves clearly. No shame. No dignity.” Really? I had no dignity? Today was supposed to be our fifth wedding anniversary. I preferred quiet. I had not even wanted to go out tonight. Dante had pulled me into his arms and coaxed me gently to be his date. “Tessa, I know you have always been bothered that I have not gone public with our relationship. “Tonight’s banquet is the perfect opportunity. I want to announce to everyone that you have been my Donna all along.” I could not resist his sweet talk, so I agreed. Now, while everyone mocked me for being delusional and having no self‑respect, he said nothing. I let their vicious words sink in. Then I turned to face the crowd. “Who told you I do not have anything going for me?” The atmosphere in the hall shifted at once. Whispers exploded around me. “What did she just say?” “Are they actually together?” I stared at Dante. He froze the moment the words left my mouth. Chapter 3 Dante’s gaze landed on me, cold and filled with warning. It was the same look he gave to Capos who overstepped their bounds. Then my phone buzzed twice. I glanced down. Dante: [Do not mention the marriage.] Dante: [Now is not the right time.] I almost laughed. Not the right time. When would the right time be? After he and Viviana rewrote their love story? After everyone raised their glasses to celebrate their long‑awaited reunion? Or after I lost the title of Donna entirely? I lifted my head slowly, and my long hair fell to my sides like armor. “Dante, were you not planning to say something at the banquet?” The hall went silent. Dante set down his glass. The gesture looked calm and controlled, and his body stayed rigid with tension. Every eye turned to him. When he answered, he did not look at me. “Yes, Tessa and I were together once.” He paused. “That was in the past. I am single now.” The words hit me like a bullet I had not seen coming. My nails dug into my palms as I stared at him. This was the man who had knelt before me five years ago with a ring box in his hand and made vows that sounded eternal. Just the night before the coalition banquet, he had cradled my face in his hands and told me I was the only thing keeping him human. Viviana whipped around to face him, and her eyes lit up. “Really?” she breathed. “You are single?” Before he could answer, the entire banquet hall erupted. Laughter and cheers filled the air. “Oh my God, this is perfect!” “Seven years late, and worth every second of waiting. Fate always finds its way.” “Someone pinch me. This is better than any movie!” In the middle of the chaos, Lorenzo passed by me. He let out a quiet sigh, and his voice was so low that only I heard it. “Pathetic.” That single word shattered what little pride I had left. I sank back into my chair. My legs could no longer hold me up. The whispers around me grew sharper. “So she is just an ex. I thought she was about to announce she is his wife or something.” “Please. Look at her, then look at Don Dante. She was never in his league.” “Imagine getting dumped and still putting on a show. Did she really think dating a Don meant she would become his Donna?” “She was only a toy to pass the time.” I stared down at my left hand. The diamond on my wedding ring caught the light from the chandelier above. Pathetic. I was still wearing it. Viviana noticed my reddened eyes and walked over with two glasses of champagne in hand. “What is wrong, Tessa? Are you crying?” She held out one of the glasses toward me. “I know breaking up with a man like Dante must be hard. You have to look on the bright side. Dante just admitted publicly that you two had something. That is more than most people ever get.” She tilted her head slightly. “I suppose being with you helped Dante figure out what he really wanted. I should thank you for that. “Here, let me toast you.” She drank smugly and finished her glass in one go. I did not move. I said nothing. Viviana did not push. She smiled, pulled the glass back, and turned to clink glasses with the friends congratulating her. When Dante made his rounds and passed by me, he stopped. “Tessa. Behave. Do not embarrass Viviana.” I looked him straight in the eye. He was the first to look away. Then he straightened and walked toward Viviana. The crowd laughed and pushed the two of them together. “Come on, drink. Make up for the toast you should have had seven years ago!” “If we are making things up, what about that key card from seven years ago?” “They are both single anyway. They might as well make up for everything!” Chapter 4 The jokes grew more vulgar with each passing minute. Every burst of laughter stripped away another layer of decency from the room. Someone suggested sending for sex toys. Another volunteered to be the timekeeper. Laughter echoed through the hall. I closed my eyes and wished I could sink into the ground and disappear. My phone buzzed again. I looked down at the screen. Dante: [I am only tying up some loose ends.] Dante: [You are still my wife.] Dante: [We are only talking. It does not mean anything.] Dante: [Our marriage is not shaken by this.] I stared at the screen until the words blurred. Even as he sent that message, Dante and Viviana whispered close together, and her hand rested on his chest. He could not acknowledge me as his wife in public, yet he expected me to believe this nonsense. I did not reply. I only drank, glass after glass. The bourbon burned like fire, and at least it numbed the pain in my chest. I drank until nausea overtook me, then stumbled into the restroom. I barely made it in time to empty my stomach into the sink. No one followed. No one checked on me. When I returned to the banquet hall, the doors were half open and the music had changed to something hot and sleazy. I stepped inside and found a crowd gathered in a circle in the middle of the hall. Dante stood in the center, one hand on Viviana’s shoulder. One strap of her dress had slipped off, and it exposed her pale shoulder and delicate collarbone. “Oh, stop it,” she protested in a weak voice, although her face held a coy smile that begged for more teasing. The crowd around them chanted with excitement. “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!” My mind went blank. Then someone noticed me at the door. “Hey, Tessa is back.” Dante dropped his hand from Viviana’s shoulder and stepped back at once, putting distance between them. If I had arrived five seconds earlier, he might have fooled me. His face still held the smudge of her lipstick. Her neck still showed the flush from his fingers. He took a step toward me. “We were only playing a drinking game,” he said quickly. “They egged us on. It was a penalty for losing.” “A drinking game?” I repeated softly. “A penalty?” I let out a soft laugh. “Since you all love drinking so much.” I grabbed the nearest bottle of champagne and shook it hard. Dante’s eyes widened. “Tessa, do not—” I pressed my thumb against the cork and popped it open with a loud crack. Champagne exploded like a fountain and sprayed everyone in the hall. Screams erupted at once. “Tessa. Are you insane?” “My watch. I just got it yesterday.” “My hair. My makeup.” Some cursed. Others tried to grab the bottle from my hand, and I dodged them all. When I finished, everyone stood drenched and stared at me in disbelief. Viviana stood in the center of the crowd, soaked and shivering. “Dante,” she shrieked. “Do something. What is wrong with her?” Dante’s expression changed at once. The warmth, the confusion, and the tipsy softness vanished. “Are you out of your mind?” he snapped. “Yes,” I said. “I am.” I went insane the night I agreed to marry him. A woman nearby grabbed my wrist and gasped. “Wait, look. She is wearing a wedding ring.” The murmurs picked up around me. “She has some nerve. She is married and still throwing tantrums over her ex.” “She is only an ex‑girlfriend acting like Dante belongs to her.” “Someone go get her husband. Let him see how obsessed his wife is with her ex.” Someone moved to shove me, ready to teach me a lesson. Dante stepped between us. “Enough. Have we not embarrassed ourselves enough tonight? Do not let the whole city think the mafia is full of lunatics.” He did not look at me. He took off his jacket and draped it over Viviana’s shoulders. Then he took her hand and led her toward the door. “The Fumagalli family has a luxury boutique nearby. Whatever you want, it is on me.” The crowd cheered. “The Don is too generous!” The hall emptied like a receding tide and left only overturned chairs, spilled wine, and me standing in the wreckage. After everyone left, the doors opened again. A driver in a black uniform stood in the doorway and bowed slightly. “Donna, the Don sent me to take you home.” I walked past him without a word. “No need.” That place did not deserve to be called home anymore. I hailed a taxi in the cold night air. When the driver asked for an address, I gave him the location of that luxury boutique. I already knew what I would find there. I was right. Chapter 5 When I walked into the second floor of the Fumagalli boutique, Dante was asleep on a velvet chaise beside Viviana. His suit jacket was folded under his head as a pillow. One hand rested near the hem of her dress, as if he wanted to protect her even in his sleep. Shopping bags from overseas were piled around them like trophies. Viviana leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Dante’s temple. Then she looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. Any other woman would have flinched in that moment and shown guilt or shame. Viviana did not. Her smile only grew brighter. She stood and walked over, then led me down to the first floor. Viviana tilted her head slightly and studied me with the kind of look you gave a dress that did not fit quite right. “Tessa, you look terrible. Have you been crying? That mascara is not doing you any favors today.” I said nothing, and she did not seem to care. “Look, I know this is hard for you. How long did you chase him? Seven years? Eight? That is a long time to spend chasing someone you can never have. “He has made it clear now. He wants me, Tessa. Wake up. Stop clinging to him. “I am being merciful. Most women in my position would have destroyed you by now. I am giving you a chance. Consider it a parting gift.” I stared at her for three full seconds. Everyone adored Viviana Lombardi. She was beautiful, intelligent, and charitable. She was the kind of woman fashion magazines called the epitome of grace, the kind men described as unforgettable. All it took was one sentence at the banquet, “the key card was sent to the wrong person,” and the entire room rushed to believe her. Poor Viviana, so misunderstood and so wronged. I let out a soft laugh. “You are not merciful. You are afraid.” Her smile faltered. “What did you say?” I took a step forward, and my gaze turned sharp as a blade. “You think I do not remember? That key card seven years ago was not an accident where you gave it to the wrong person. “You gave it to your cousin Enzo on purpose, did you not?” “You are lying,” she said quietly, although her eyes darted away. “Am I?” I tilted my head. “On plenty of late nights, Enzo dropped you off three blocks away from your apartment. You walked the rest of the way so no one would see his car.” “That is different,” she protested. “He is my cousin. We are family.” “Is that right? Because I saw you check into a hotel with him one weekend. You were wearing his jacket, and his hand was on your waist. You could not admit it because he was already engaged to someone else. It would have been a scandal for the Lombardi family. “As for Dante…” I paused and watched her jaw tighten. “Back then, he had nothing. No title, no territory. Only a sharp mind and a cot in his uncle’s warehouse. “At a party, your friend asked if you liked him. You laughed and said…” I lowered my voice and matched her cutting tone. “‘Dante? That broke nobody? He can shoot, but he cannot afford diamonds. I am not stupid enough to marry a loser with no future.’” Her voice turned sharp. “Mind your own business.” “No,” I said. “You are the one who needs to mind hers.” I knew why she was putting on this performance and why she had to rekindle things with Dante. Enzo’s wife had found out about their affair. The poor woman had nearly lost her mind. Now Enzo kept his wife locked away to contain the fallout. The moment that woman got out, Viviana would be finished. She needed a new protector before that happened. “Then go tell him,” Viviana snapped, her composure cracking at last. “Go ahead and tell him. Tell everyone. You think they will believe you? The woman who followed him around like a stray dog? Or me, the beloved Principessa?” I took a deep breath and shook my head. “I am not going to tell him,” I said. She blinked. “What?” “Why would I tell him?” I clenched my fist. The ring was still there, cold against my knuckles. “I came here to tell you something. “Dante is yours. Take him. I am giving him to you.” She would get what was coming to her eventually. Chapter 6 I ignored her confusion and let my gaze fall on the ring on my left hand. It was a simple platinum band with a large diamond set in the center, and our initials were engraved on the side. Dante had bought it for me during the first year he built his empire. Back then, he worked eighteen‑hour days, used borrowed money to bribe dock inspectors, and slept three hours a night on the office couch. He nearly bankrupted himself to buy it. After he paid, he had sixty dollars left in his wallet. He laughed when he told me that number, then kissed me in our tiny kitchen. “Sixty dollars is enough for pasta, cheap wine, and a future that is ours.” He said, “One day, I will give you everything. Tonight, I am giving you this ring and myself.” I pulled him close and kissed him. “I believe you. As long as you love me, as long as I am by your side, we can do anything.” I meant every word back then. Now, standing in that boutique with the cold ring in my hand, all I felt was how foolish I had been. I slowly pulled the ring off my finger. The skin beneath it was pale from years of being covered. I held it out to Viviana. “Take it,” I said. “It is yours.” Her eyes locked onto the diamond at once. Desire flashed across her face before she hid it. She looked up, suspicious. “You expect me to believe you would give this to me? Out of the kindness of your heart?” “Of course not.” I opened my purse and pulled out a thick manila envelope. Inside was a divorce agreement I had already signed in black ink. I placed it in her empty hand. “Give this to Dante. Have him sign it. Then we are done.” Viviana stared at the envelope like it might bite her. “Viviana? Where are you?” Dante’s voice echoed from upstairs. He was awake. Viviana snatched the envelope and shoved me out the door. “Viviana, who were you talking to?” Dante came down the spiral staircase, his hair slightly disheveled from sleep, and exhaustion still lingered on his face. Viviana’s expression turned innocent at once. “No one,” she said softly. “Only someone who got scared off by the prices.” Dante frowned and swept his gaze over the empty sidewalk outside. “I thought I heard—” For a split second when he woke up, he thought he had heard my voice. Viviana tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You must be imagining things.” Her tone was tight with nerves. “I found what I wanted. Let us go.” He almost nodded. Then he saw the ring in Viviana’s hand. “Where did you get that ring?” His voice was low and dangerous. Before she could answer, he snatched it from her. He recognized the weight at once. The cut. The setting. And that scratch. Years ago, after a grueling week of negotiations, he had walked straight into traffic without looking. I had risked my life to push him out of the way. I broke my wrist. The ring scraped against the pavement and left a permanent scar. For an entire month, he kissed my cast every night and kissed that ring. There was no other ring like it in the world. It was mine. His breathing quickened. “Where did you get this?” he asked again. Viviana panicked and lied. “I found it. Maybe some socialite dropped it…” “Impossible.” His voice sharpened. “Was Tessa just here?” He remembered the words he had barely heard earlier, something about not wanting it anymore and divorce papers. A wave of panic surged up his spine.