At the birthday party for my Mafia husband, Galvan, I touched one of his blood-stained cufflinks and suddenly gained the ability to read minds.

I read Galvan's thoughts. He was thinking, "Tracy's body is so tempting. Much better than my cold wife."

Tracy, his employee, was with her broke boyfriend, Reuben. Her thoughts dripped with contempt, "Reuben is useless. His gifts were cheap. Once I dump him, I’ll be with Galvan."

Interestingly, Reuben, the supposedly worthless boyfriend, was actually thinking, "My father's test is almost done. How do I tell Tracy I'm the heir to the largest Mafia family?"

Fascinating.

Galvan, the man I stood by, appeared wealthy on the outside, but the true heir was treated poorly.

I lifted my wine glass and elegantly approached the penniless Reuben.

"Happy birthday, Galvan!"

The crisp clashing of champagne glasses rose and fell in my penthouse.

I smiled as I looked at my husband. He was surrounded in the center by a group of men in suits and ties, each complimenting his "promising future". He had climbed the ranks to become a mid-level member of the Falcone family, the largest mafia, with hopes of becoming a capo.

The upper-class elites of Kavrion gathered together, along with hidden family members.

"Marisa, you really married the right person. I heard that Galvan is going to be promoted soon." The wife of a jeweler came close to me.

I nodded gracefully and picked up the champagne to take a small sip. As a world-class art connoisseur, such social occasions were all too familiar to me.

"Indeed, Galvan is very talented," I replied politely, but deep down I was tired of these compliments.

"Honey, come here for a moment." Galvan waved at me with a smug smile. He wore the suit I had custom-made for him tonight. His silver cufflinks shone beneath the crystal chandelier.

I walked toward him and habitually adjusted his tie. "What's the matter?"

He put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, "Nothing. I just want you to meet high-society elites with me."

I reached out to adjust his cufflinks. The moment my fingers touched a cufflink, a violent dizziness hit me, as if an electric current passed through my brain.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice echoed in my mind. 'Tracy's body is irresistible. Those long legs and that waist are so much better than that icy Marisa.'

I jerked my head up to look at Galvan. He was smiling gently at me as if those lewd thoughts had never existed.

Tracy was one of his female employees. He... What was this? A hallucination?

Galvan thought, 'Hopefully, Marisa didn't notice the bloodstains on my cufflinks. That idiot last night deserved it.'

My heart pounded as I forced myself to maintain a calm facade. Were these voices... Galvan's inner monologue?

I looked around the living room, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Suddenly, more voices flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

'Galvan's a freeloader. If it weren't for his rich wife, Marisa, supporting him, what would he be? Just a nobody in the family.'

'Marisa's art collection is so enviable. If only I could get my hands on them.'

'The lobsters tonight aren't fresh enough, but who dares complain?'

'How much did this party cost? Marisa's art business must be doing very well.'

I could hear everyone's thoughts! This supernatural ability both shocked and excited me. Behind everyone's smiles lay all sorts of secrets and malice.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar thought entered my mind.

Reuben, Tracy's boyfriend, who was a low-level driver working odd jobs for the family. He wore an ordinary black suit, making him look out of place. Most customers ignored him as if he were invisible.

When I focused on listening to his thoughts, what I heard shocked me the most!

'How am I supposed to explain to Tracy that I'm the heir to the Falcone family? Father's test is almost over. It's time to wrap things up!' Reuben wondered.

'What? This seemingly unremarkable man is the heir to the most powerful mafia family?' I thought as I turned to Tracy, who was standing next to Reuben.

The moment our eyes met, Tracy's thoughts made my blood almost freeze. 'Marisa doesn't know. What a stupid woman. Galvan and I have slept together countless times.

'That penniless Reuben's birthday present is an insult. A stupid wooden bird? He'll always be a low life. I've had enough of poverty.

'Galvan says he'll be a capo soon. I'll be the woman of a high-ranking mafia member soon. He said he loathes Marisa anyway. I'll have everything I want. As for that good-for-nothing Reuben, I've had enough of his pennilessness.'

I gripped the champagne glass tightly, my knuckles turning white. I always thought Galvan loved me and that our marriage was based on love.

'Tonight is the best opportunity. I'm going to break up with that peasant and throw myself into Galvan's arms.'

How interesting. She could not recognize a pearl in a haystack. If she knew Reuben was the heir to a mafia family, I wondered what her expression would be.

'He wouldn't dare to resist anyway. What can a lowly driver do?' Tracy pondered as she finally made up her mind.

"Honey, could you go to the wine cellar to get that bottle of wine from our collection?" I said to Galvan with a smile.

Galvan's eyes lit up immediately. I spent a handsome sum on that bottle of wine at an auction; it was enough for him to show off in front of this group of people. He thought, 'Great! It's another chance to show my taste. These people will surely look at me with new respect.'

I knew he would think this way.

He gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. "For our guests, even the most expensive wine is worth it."

Tracy immediately got up from the couch. "Let me help. That wine's too valuable to risk bumping it."

'Perfect opportunity! I can finally be alone with Galvan. I want him to know that I'm better at pleasing men than that icy beauty,' Tracy thought.

Her thoughts practically screamed with excitement.

Reuben also stood up from the corner. "I'll help too..."

Galvan interrupted him, "No need. Tracy alone is enough. You stay here to entertain the guests."

'That annoying peasant is always ruining my plans. Every time I want to get intimate with Tracy, he appears like a phantom. I'm going to enjoy her body tonight.'

The other guests started to heckle.

"Yeah, Reuben. Stay here and chat with us."

"Galvan's right. You should stay."

I watched Galvan and Tracy disappear at the end of the corridor. Their figures were quickly swallowed by shadows. I waited a few minutes before quietly following them. Instead of going to the wine cellar, I headed for the cigar room.

Through the half-open door, I saw three men surrounding Reuben. They were all Galvan's henchmen, usually responsible for some of the dirty work.

"Listen, kid. Break up with Tracy immediately, or you'll be fed to the fish at the bottom of the Hudson River." A bald man pulled out a butterfly knife, the tip pressed against Reuben's throat.

"Trash like you doesn't deserve Ms. Tracy. If you know what's good for you, get lost, so we don't have to do it," another burly man said with a malicious grin.

'These idiots will probably beg for mercy on their knees if they knew who I really am.' Reuben looked at them without a trace of fear in his eyes, but rather an unsettling calm. His body seemed relaxed, but I could feel the power gathering within his muscles.

"I won't leave Tracy," he responded calmly.

"Then die!" the bald man roared, preparing to slit Reuben's throat with his knife.

Suddenly, Reuben moved. Before the other two could react, Reuben had already slammed the bald man to the ground. Then, he turned around and punched each of them precisely in the temple.

'These cowards can't even make me use 10% of my strength,' Reuben thought as he straightened his clothes, his expression still calm.

'It seemed I might need to find a new husband,' I pondered as I smiled with my head down.

Just then, footsteps echoed in the corridor. Galvan and Tracy had returned; Galvan was carrying the expensive bottle of red wine. Tracy's lipstick was smudged, and her clothes were slightly disheveled.

"What happened?" Galvan's expression changed drastically as he looked at his three men groaning on the ground. "What's going on?"

'Damn it. What did these idiots do?' Galvan pondered.

"Boss! This lunatic suddenly went berserk and attacked us!" The bald man struggled to his feet, pointing at Reuben.

"What?" Tracy looked at Reuben in shock, her eyes filled with disgust and disappointment.

'I knew this violent brute would cause trouble sooner or later! He embarrassed me in such an important setting. Galvan will definitely think I have terrible taste,' Tracy thought.

"Reuben, how could you do this? Do you know what place this is? You're embarrassing me!" she coldly accused.

Tracy wondered, 'What a loser who only knows how to solve problems with violence, I should have broken up with him a long time ago.'

"I was just defending myself," Reuben answered calmly, his voice completely flat.

"Defending yourself?" Galvan sneered.

'This peasant is becoming more and more of an eyesore; I have to find a way to get rid of him,' Galvan thought.

"Three people attacked you at the same time? Do you think we're idiots? You clearly attacked first!"

"Exactly! We just wanted to talk to him, and he pounced on us like a mad dog!" another henchman chimed in.

"Enough! I've had enough of your violent tendencies! You're always doing this, resorting to violence at the slightest provocation!" Tracy looked at Reuben with disgust, all the love in her eyes vanished.

Amidst the accusations of the crowd, Reuben was completely isolated. He clenched his fist, his knuckles white as a dangerous killing intent suppressed in his eyes. He pondered, 'Very well, let me remember everyone who's here tonight.'

I quietly sipped my champagne, thinking, 'After all, only a hand extended in dire straits will be remembered.'

"Wait." I stood up gracefully.

All eyes turned to me, and the side hallway fell into immediate silence.

"What do you mean, Honey?" Galvan frowned.

I took out my phone and tapped the screen a few times with my slender fingers. "Why don't we look at the truth before concluding?"

"The truth?" Tracy asked uneasily.

'Damn it! Marisa didn't find anything, did she?' Tracy wondered.

I smiled faintly. "Hidden cameras have been installed in the cigar room for security purposes."

The huge TV in the living room lit up instantly, and the screen played everything that had happened earlier. The scene of the bald man drawing his sword to threaten, the scene of three men besieging one person, and the entire process of Reuben being forced to defend himself. Every detail was crystal clear, and even every word they said could be heard clearly.

"Break up with Tracy immediately, or you'll be fed to the fish at the bottom of the Hudson River."

"Trash like you doesn't deserve Ms. Tracy."

The place fell deathly silent.

The three subordinates turned deathly pale instantly, and beads of sweat began to roll down their foreheads.

Tracy opened her mouth wide, and her beautiful face became distorted as she thought, 'Oh no, it's all over. Marisa is such a terrifying woman. When did she install the camera? Damn it! Reuben isn't punished.'

Reuben approached me. "I'm very sorry, Ms. Marisa. I accidentally broke your antique sculpture during the fight. I will take full responsibility for the damage."

'I'll pay her once I no longer need to hide my identity. This woman is intelligent and worth befriending. She might be the most interesting woman I've ever met.'

"Don't worry about it. It was just an accident. A sculpture is not as important as one's safety," I replied calmly.

Galvan's face turned livid as he thought angrily. 'Damn Marisa, she's embarrassing me!'

However, he dared not lose his temper; the evidence was undeniable after all.

The snow outside was falling more heavily. Goose-feather-like snowflakes danced in the night sky. The city was entirely snowbound, and the roads were almost impassable.

"It seems everyone is stuck here tonight." I surveyed the room, elegantly raising my champagne glass. "The snowstorm outside is too serious; it's dangerous to travel. There are many rooms in the apartment. Stay here for the night."

"Wouldn't that... be too much trouble for you?" one of the guests asked politely.

"No, it's a pleasure to help my friends. The butler will arrange rooms for everyone," I answered with a smile.

Most of the guests, including Reuben, stayed. Only a few guests who lived nearby left, braving the snowstorm.

I had set the perfect stage for Galvan and Tracy's affair to be exposed.

"Mr. Reuben, please stay as well. The weather outside is terrible," I said to him deliberately.

'This woman... is quite interesting. She seems to know something,' Reuben pondered.

"Thank you for your kindness," Reuben nodded.

Late at night, I pretended to be drunk and staggered back to my bedroom.

The butler thoughtfully prepared a hangover soup for me, but I was only pretending.

Through the hidden surveillance systems in each room, I saw Tracy sneaking out of the guest room. She changed out of her red dress and put on the most expensive silk robe in my wardrobe.

'This robe is exquisite, more lavish than anything I own. Once I'm with Galvan, all this luxury will be mine,' she thought as she quietly made her way to the master bedroom, pushed open the door, and disappeared inside.

I sneered and activated the high-definition surveillance system in the room, wirelessly connecting it to the home theater system in the living room. I spent a fortune installing this system; the picture quality was so clear you could see every pore. I set the playback time for the next morning and went to sleep peacefully.

At 8 AM, I opened my eyes to a cacophony of gasps and screams.