Her Husband Left His Wedding Ring on His Desk for His Mistress — Until He Opened the Video File on His Phone

Dante dropped the photographs onto the bed, completely paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of his own stupidity. He had almost thrown away his empire, his life, and his devoted wife for a woman who was actively planning his murder.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. It wasn't Isabella. It was his second-in-command, Marco.

"Boss," Marco said, his voice tense and heavily out of breath. "The Moroni family just hit three of our warehouses at the docks. They thought you were on a plane. They thought we were defenseless."

Dante gripped the phone tightly. "How many casualties?"

"None, sir," Marco replied, a note of profound respect entering his voice. "Because your wife called me two hours ago. She told me to empty the warehouses and position snipers on the rooftops. We completely ambushed them. The Moroni crew is wiped out."

Dante stopped breathing. While he was sitting in his dark office, writing a pathetic breakup note and taking off his wedding ring, Isabella had been commanding his men, strategizing a counter-attack, and actively saving his multi-billion-dollar syndicate from total destruction.