Mafia Husband Gone Mad

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.”

My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later.

“Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.”

Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet.

None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child.

What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved.

I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me.

In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

At my birthday party, a subordinate chuckled and said in Russian to my husband, Tony Gambino, heir to a mafia family.

“Sir, Sasha has a surprise for you tonight. You’re in for a good time!”

Tony handed me the piece of cake he had just cut and wished me a happy birthday before replying to him in Russian.

“That girl always has her tricks in bed. Makes it hard to resist. I’ll see her tonight.

“Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.”

The subordinate assured Tony that I would never discover anything.

My appetite vanished then, and I set the cake aside.

Noticing I hadn’t eaten, Tony leaned in slightly, his warm breath brushing my ear.

“Why aren’t you eating? Don’t like it?”

His eyes showed concern, but all I felt was nausea.

The same man who had just been discussing another woman’s bedroom skills with his men was now acting gentle and devoted. It was almost surreal.

I wanted to peel off the many layers of his mask just to know how dishonest he was.

“It’s nothing. I was just curious about what got you two talking so seriously.”

Tony lightly tapped the tip of my nose, smiling dotingly.

“We were talking about the shipment at the docks. I didn’t want to scare you with the details, so we switched languages.”

He seemed to forget that before my family, the Vegas, fell, our business was international. So, I grew up surrounded by multiple languages.

Russian wasn’t just something I understood. I was fluent.

I didn’t want to stay there any longer and pushed his hand off my waist.

“You all continue. I’m going to get some air in the garden.”

Then, I walked away without waiting for him to respond.

Along the way, guests and servants greeted me politely. Their voices lowered as soon as I passed.

“That’s Mrs. Gambino. What a life she lives. Their wedding back then was one for the century, with every major mafia family in Europe attending.”

“Her birthday