The Fake Amnesiac's Very Real Divorce

My husband, Don Vincent Corleone, has gotten ambushed during a trade-off. When he wakes up, he still remembers everyone… but me.

Soon, Vincent makes an announcement in front of everyone that Angela Mancini is his actual Donna. That's how Angela takes over my position as the precision machinist in the family.

When I'm in the machinery storage room, I accidentally overhear Vincent and Angela flirting with each other.

"Since you've lent me the identity as the Donna for a week, does this mean I get to do whatever I want with your body during this period?" Angela asks.

"Of course! The only reason why I've pretended to have contracted amnesia is so that I can appease you, after all."

As I hide in the shadows, I feel my nails digging into my palms. Still, I don't expose Vincent's lie on the spot.

At the family meeting the next day, Vincent forcibly snatches away the obsidian ring that I've been wearing. He yells at me that Angela is his actual Donna, and that I should submit all of my blueprints to the family before leaving Neplas once and for all.

All the subordinates stare at me, waiting for me to fight back.

Without moving an inch, I submit my resignation on the spot and file for a divorce.

What Vincent doesn't know is that I'm the only one who knows the assembly technology of the latest batch of firearms. There are only seven days left till the Corleone family has to hand the batch over to the client.

Seven days later, the batch starts showing issues, which implicates the Corleone family and putting them in a dire state. But that's when I've completely vanished from Neplas.

When Vincent and I meet each other again, he grabs me by the arm angrily while questioning me, "Where the hell have you gone to, Valenna? Why did you ditch me back then?"

I pretend to look confused. "Who are you? Do I even know you?"

"Before you even think about walking out that door, you're going to wipe every last byte of R&D data for this batch of firearms," Angela Mancini sneered, stepping into my path to block the exit. "That belongs to the Corleone famiglia. You didn't seriously think you were walking out with our crown jewels, did you?"

After seven years of heading up firearms development for the Corleones, I knew damn well there was no rule about wiping data before leaving. She was just throwing her weight around as the Donna, messing with me for the hell of it.

Vincent Corleone, who had been standing by her side, pointed at the encrypted drive in my hand and gave his command. "Drop it. That's the Corleone famiglia's secret. You don't get to take it with you."

If that data were wiped, seven years of my life's work would go up in smoke.

Vincent knew that the data meant everything to me. By teaming up with Angela to back me into a corner,