The Ex’s Wedding Gift

Three years into my marriage with Dominick, Gia, his stepsister, sent me a video clip out of nowhere.

I tapped on the video, only to find Dominick tying his stepsister to the bedpost with the tie I had given him.

His stepsister lay naked under him, addressing him intimately.

After getting their freak on, they shared an embrace, and Gia cozied up against Dominick and uttered, “I don’t like the ring you bought me. Give it to Luna, and tell her it’s a birthday gift from me.”

The next day, I sat in an upscale restaurant and stared at the vacant seat across the table.

Suddenly, the Underboss wheeled a massive cake toward me.

“Don Costa was called away on urgent business. He sent me to deliver your birthday gift.”

The box contained his stepsister’s discarded reject.

My phone buzzed with new pictures from Gia. Dominick was at the hospital with Gia for a check-up.

Without a fuss, I signed the divorce papers and made preparations for a wedding.

“Donna Costa, whose names should I put down as the bride and groom?”

“Dominick and Gia.”

A week from now, I would show the world the kind of filth the supposed solemn Don had been rolling in with his stepsister.

“Gia Costa? Isn’t Gia the Don’s sister? How can they possibly get married?” One subordinate exclaimed.

“They aren’t siblings by blood,” I said in a flat tone.

Gia was his stepsister. No one expected Gia to find her way into Dominick Costa’s sheets.

I stared at the empty chair across from me, my heart in the pit of my stomach.

Holding a pen, I scrawled my signature on the document right in front of me and handed the divorce papers to the subordinate.

“Tuck this sheet in with the recent expense claims.”

Dominick had always been generous with me, signing off on my spending without so much as a glance.

With his name on the divorce papers, things between us would be over before he knew it.

Before strutting out of the restaurant, I dumped the roses and ring into the trash can right in front of the Underboss.

The Underboss uttered, “Donna Costa, surely, there’s some sort of mistake—”

“Frankie, know your place.” My voice was icy.

“My relationship issues with the Don are not your concern. If I catch wind of any gossip, I’ll see to it that your limbs be removed.”

Frankie clammed up. Given Dominick’s years of favor, I was second to him in the family. No one had the nerve to challenge me.

As I was walking out of the restaurant, heavy snow fell outside the window, and snowflakes drifted onto my palm.

It was snowing when Dominick told me he loved me for the first time.

Back then, he wrapped a red scarf around my neck and leaned in to press his lips onto mine.

“Holy cow! Check that out!” A burst of exclamations nearby pulled me out of my thoughts.

I looked up and