Bianchi Damiano Wendy Novel I Killed My Husband After He Faked His Death

I had personally trained Damiano Vestri and brought him up the ranks to become the mafias Don. The familys inner circle accepted him, and he was loyal only to me.

Whenever bullets went flying, he would always shield me and take many of them for me.

The night before our wedding, I waited for his return, but what I got was news of his death.

A week later, I received an email with a pregnancy report and a photo.

The photo showed Damiano caressing another womans belly.

It turned out he had faked his death so that he could be with his first love. The due date for her pregnancy was approaching.

I scoffed and clicked the safety off on my gun.

If he wanted to fake his death, I would help him turn it into a real one.
Chapter 1
I reacted in disgust as I looked at the other womans pregnancy report on my phone.
The night before our wedding, I had done my best to make Damiano stay. However, he was already preparing his weapons to go out.
Our weddings tomorrow. Do you have to pursue the traitor tonight?
He kissed me goodbye and strapped his dagger to his waist decisively. Darling, you know that tonight is the best time to strike.
I was confident that dispatching the traitor would be an easy task for Damiano. Yet, I could not sleep all night as I waited for him to come home safe and victorious.
However, I received news that Damiano had perished in an explosion while trying to save one of his subordinates.
I suppressed the sorrow I felt and sent men on a search for him.
Later, I ended up receiving an email from an unknown sender. It came with a pregnancy report and a photo of Damiano gently caressing Wendy Caras belly.
It turned out that he had only faked his death.
He had abandoned me the night before our wedding to accompany another woman.
My heart was completely shattered. It hurt so much that it felt as if a knife had cut through me.
As the Donna of the family, my pride only allowed me to shed a single tear for my lost love.
As for Damiano, he could die for real if he enjoyed faking it so much.
As I burned our wedding invitations, I signaled to my men. Send out funeral invitations. Make sure everyone is dressed in their best clothes when they attend it.
Suddenly, the door opened and someone stuttered, D-Donna Bianchi, Im not sure its a good idea to hold a funeral now. After all, we still havent found Damianos body.
Looking at the woman, whose face was in the photo I had received, I laughed to myself.
She was an orphan. Damianos best friend had left her in his care before dying.
When Damiano first took Wendy in as his adoptive sister, the family kept praising him for his loyalty.
No one would have guessed that he would end up taking his adoptive sister to bed.
It was a wonder that he did not seem afraid of his best friend haunting him for his actions.
In the present, many of my men gathered at the door.
When they heard about Damianos death, they started to panic and murmur amongst themselves.
Poor Wendy. She may be Don Vestris adoptive sister, but she was an orphan before that. Such a shame to lose her family after she finally found one.
And Donna Bianchis being quite uncaring. She only looked for Don Vestri for a week before deciding to hold a funeral. What if