The night of Lorenzo’s event was supposed to be just another one of those things I had to endure. A forced smile, a quiet presence, and staying in the background like I always did. But this time, I wasn’t going to stay quiet.
I hadn’t planned to go. But then I remembered something. That damn gown. The one Lorenzo had promised me years ago—only to give it to Sienna. I’d kept it, stored away in the back of the closet, never wanting to wear it, but knowing I couldn’t forget it either.
Tonight, it was mine.
The deep red fabric shimmered in the light as I slipped into it, the tight corset hugging my body in ways that made me feel more like myself than I had in years. It wasn’t about the dress, not really. It was about taking back what had always been mine—taking back my power.
When I walked into the venue, I could feel every eye on me. The whispers started immediately. “Who is that?” “She looks like...”
I could hear the buzz, but I didn’t care. It was the reaction I was waiting for. Lorenzo’s world had always been about appearances, and tonight, I was going to show him that he couldn’t hide me any longer.
I stepped into the ballroom with Dante beside me, our presence undeniable. The whispers only grew louder as we walked through the crowd. Dante, of course, looked every bit as cool as he always did, while I, for the first time in what felt like forever, stood tall.
As we reached the dance floor, I saw him. Lorenzo, standing there with Sienna, both of them laughing, oblivious to the fact that their entire world was about to come crashing down.
I didn’t hesitate. I took Dante’s hand and walked directly onto the floor, the stares of the guests burning into my skin. But it wasn’t the guests I was concerned about—it was Lorenzo.
And when he saw me, I could see the shock in his eyes, the sudden realization that I wasn’t just his quiet, obedient wife anymore.
Dante and I moved to the center of the floor, and I let myself sink into the rhythm of the music, knowing full well that this was my moment. I was not going to let it pass by unnoticed.
“Laura?” Lorenzo’s voice cut through the music.
I turned, my heart pounding in my chest. There he was, his face contorted in anger, the same man who had treated me like a ghost for so long. But now, I was no longer invisible.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he spat, taking a step toward me.
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t let his rage affect me.
“I’m dancing,” I said simply, my voice steady.
His eyes flicked to Dante, and I saw the jealousy flare in them. But it wasn’t jealousy that came from love—it was the kind that came from possessiveness. The kind that made him feel like he was losing control.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “This is my event.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Actually, Lorenzo, this is my event too. I’m still your wife, remember?”
The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He froze, his expression faltering for just a second before the anger returned.
“You think you can just walk in here and—”
“I can,” I interrupted, my voice calm. “Because I’m done being invisible. I’m done being the ghost you hide behind. I’m done being the wife who’s forgotten.”
The words fell between us like a weight, and for the first time in a long time, I saw him falter. He didn’t know how to respond.
I stepped closer, the distance between us closing. “You’re right about one thing. This is your event. But don’t forget, Lorenzo, I’m still your wife. And tonight, I’m reminding you of that.”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he just glared at me. The people around us were watching, the whispers growing louder, more intense.
Dante’s hand brushed against mine, and I didn’t pull away. He wasn’t just my ally tonight—he was my strength.
Lorenzo took a step back, his jaw clenched tight. “You’ve made your point, Laura. Now get the hell out of here.”
I shook my head slowly. “No. Not tonight. You’re not the one who gets to decide that anymore.”
Lorenzo’s eyes flicked to Sienna, who had been watching from the sidelines, her face a mixture of confusion and anger. She stepped forward, her voice sharp as she spoke. “What is this? Are you really going to humiliate yourself like this, Laura? You’re nothing but a joke.”
Sienna’s words were meant to sting, but they didn’t reach me. They couldn’t.
I turned to face her, offering a smile that wasn’t friendly, but full of something else. “I’m not the joke here, Sienna. You are. You think you’ve won? You think Lorenzo is going to choose you? You’re nothing to him. Just a placeholder until he gets bored.”
Her face flushed with anger, but I didn’t care. I was done being afraid of her. I was done being afraid of all of them.
I looked back at Lorenzo, who was standing there, seething. “I’m leaving. But not because you told me to. I’m leaving because I don’t belong here anymore.”
Dante took my hand again, and together, we walked off the dance floor. The whispers didn’t stop. They followed us as we made our way out, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.
I had finally taken back control.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.
The air felt thick with tension as I stepped into the room, the scent of expensive cigars and cologne making my stomach churn. It was a private meeting, filled with key figures from the Mafia—men who controlled everything and answered to no one. Lorenzo was sitting at the head of the table, his usual air of confidence surrounding him, as if nothing could ever touch him.
I’d spent the last few days preparing for this moment. Dante’s words echoed in my mind, urging me to make my move. He had a strange way of believing in me when no one else did. I hadn’t been this sure of myself in a long time.
I knew exactly what I was about to do.
The divorce papers sat heavy in my hand, my grip tight, the paper almost crinkling under the pressure. This wasn’t just a legal document. It was a statement. A declaration of my freedom.
Sienna was standing near the corner of the room, her eyes burning with fury. She hadn’t noticed me walk in yet, but the moment she did, I could see the flicker of panic in her eyes.
I approached the table, my heart pounding, but I kept my face calm, my steps deliberate. Lorenzo didn’t notice me at first. He was too busy talking to one of his associates, his voice low and commanding, as always.
But then I set the papers down in front of him, the sound of the paper hitting the wood was sharp, cutting through the chatter like a knife.
Lorenzo’s eyes flicked up, narrowing as he saw what I’d done.
“Laura?” His voice was laced with disbelief. “What is this?”
I didn’t say anything at first. I just stood there, watching him, watching the way his face went from confusion to realization. He knew what it was. And he knew what it meant.
“I’m done,” I said quietly, my voice steady. “It’s over.”
