When the Perfect Wife Says No
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I used to think I was the luckiest woman in the world.
Married to my first love, Matteo Rossi—mafia boss—with an adorable son.
Until that afternoon. Luca was running a fever, whining for cake from that shop across town—a four-hour round trip.
I hesitated.
Matteo immediately chimed in: "Go ahead, babe. Don't worry, I got him."
I grabbed the car keys and turned. Before leaving, I glanced back—he was kneeling beside Luca's bed, his large hand gently stroking our son's burning forehead.
What a perfect fucking picture.
Until I heard that GODDAMN surveillance recording.
Married to my first love, Matteo Rossi—mafia boss—with an adorable son.
Until that afternoon. Luca was running a fever, whining for cake from that shop across town—a four-hour round trip.
I hesitated.
Matteo immediately chimed in: "Go ahead, babe. Don't worry, I got him."
I grabbed the car keys and turned. Before leaving, I glanced back—he was kneeling beside Luca's bed, his large hand gently stroking our son's burning forehead.
What a perfect fucking picture.
Until I heard that GODDAMN surveillance recording.














































