The Divorce He Refused to Sign Chapter 01
I came home from my mafia husband’s consigliere’s wedding and asked for a divorce.
Don Julian Romano frowned, looking confused.
“Is this because the bride was Isabella Rossi?”
Isabella Rossi used to be Julian’s secretary three years
ago. They had been sneaking around behind my back until I caught them and put a stop to it.
Julian ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
“She just married my brother! You really think I’d start things up with her again?”
“If you’re that paranoid, I won’t attend any family
events where she’ll be. How’s that?”
I gave him a mocking smile and slid the divorce papers across the table.
“No need for all that. Just sign.”
This marriage built on lies was over.
Julian stared at me, then pulled out his phone and handed it over.
“Look.”
“Every password is your birthday.”
He thought I was spiraling again and needed reassurance.
Ever since I caught him fucking Isabella on the desk in his study, this had been our routine.
His phone was always open to me. His schedule synced with mine. He brought me to every charity gala and family meeting.
It was all supposed to prove his loyalty. To make me feel safe.
But I didn’t take the phone.
I knew even if I tore it apart, I wouldn’t find anything. That didn’t mean he wasn’t cheating. It
just meant he had a burner phone hidden in the
secret compartment at the bottom of my 1. rie drawer.
Julian tossed the phone onto the bed with total confidence and headed straight for the shower.
The water turned on.
I walked into the closet, lifted the panel, and found it.
Sure enough, it was locked. I typed in Isabella’s birthday without hesitation.
Her photo was on the lock screen. Her photo was the wallpaper.
The entire album was filled with her.
Ten minutes earlier, she had texted him.
“Why did you leave the reception early? Is that old bitch causing problems again?”
“We had a deal–I married Marco so she’d stop
breathing down our necks. You owe me a honeymoon night.”
My chest tightened, but I didn’t back down.
I had found this phone a week ago.
I already knew today’s wedding was just a show so they could sneak around without leaving a trace.
I kept scrolling. The truth kept spilling out.
The first message dated back exactly three
That was the day I first asked for a divorce after catching him cheating.
To stop me from leaving, he slashed his wrists with a
razor in the bathroom. He grabbed my hand tight, eyes bloodshot.
“Baby, I swear I’ll change. We’ll start over.”
I softened. And what happened? Two hours after they
patched him up, he was texting Isabella again.
A sharp pain twisted in my gut, but it was nothing compared to what came later.
I had saved every single message.
Julian stepped out of the bathroom, still trailing
steam, and pulled me into his arms. His warm breath brushed my neck.
“I already told you, nothing’s going on. You still don’t trust your husband?”
I pushed him away and tapped the divorce papers.
“You’re done showering. Sign them. I hate dragging things out.”
His face darkened instantly.
“I gave you my phone. I have no secrets from you.
What more do you want? How long are you punish me for the past?”
“Marco won’t approve of this bullshit.‘
Marco was his Consigliere and his best friend.
In my eyes, he used to be fair. Whenever I caught
Julian messing up, Marco always took my side,
chewed him out, and made him apologize.
The family joked that the Don’s consigliere was basically my personal bodyguard.
All the while, he was helping Julian and Isabella cover
their tracks, making sure I never discovered they had been carrying on the entire time.
Another wave of pain hit me. I stayed silent.
Julian’s phone rang.
“It’s Marco. I have to take this. Something might’ve
happened in the Family.”
He was already turning to leave as he spoke.
Marco sounded drunk and loud.
“For Christ’s sake, mighty Don Julian Romano. You
ditched my wedding night early?
‘you still call
yourself my brother?”
“Ten minutes. Show your face, or you’re dead to me.”
Julian muttered an apology and hung up.
He turned back, jaw tight.
“No one’s loyalty can withstand being tested like this forever. I’m exhausted, Rory. I can’t keep doing this.”
“Stay if you want. And think about everything you’ve done.”
I didn’t even get a chance to stop before he walked out.
The door slammed shut.
I sat in the empty bedroom for a long time, then
dialed a number I hadn’t called in years.
“Mom. I lost. He wasn’t worth any of it. I’m coming
home to take over the Family. Send a car for me in seven days.“!