I looked through the photos again. At some point, my tears had soaked through the front of my nightgown.

Looking at Leonardo’s sleeping face with the faint curve at the corner of his lips and imagining him dreaming of intimacy with Sienna, I couldn't fall asleep anymore. I got out of bed and walked straight into the study.

My top priority was to find out exactly who Sienna Russo was. As the sole heir to the most powerful Mafia family in the country, I would never allow this bastard and his mistress trample all over me.

When dealing with betrayal, the best way was to make them wish they were dead.

I turned on my computer and began typing rapidly. Lines of code flooded the screen.

Ten seconds later, a black-and-white skull interface appeared. It was the dark web under my control.

Logging in, I swiftly issued a series of commands. Within ten minutes, Sienna’s complete dossier and social connections were laid bare before me.

While waiting for them to finish loading, my mind drifted back to the villa I’d seen earlier.

Two years ago, just after our wedding, we happened to pass by the exact villa in the photo. I fell in love with the layout at first sight.

The moment Leonardo saw the price, though, his expression darkened.

“Giada, don’t we already have a villa? It’s more than enough for us. There’s no need to waste money on another one just to let it collect dust. The family is still expanding. We need to save our funds for critical moments.”

Noticing the displeasure in his tone and in consideration of his feelings, I, Giada Romano, reluctantly conceded, “You’re right. Let’s not buy it for now. I was just saying.”

Yet, in just two years, he purchased it without hesitation and gifted it to his kept woman.

Ding.

The email notification on my computer snapped me back to reality. It contained Sienna’s complete and detailed background.

The file bearing her name, Sienna Russo, noted she was twenty-two years old. She was a high school graduate and never attended university. Rather than being from a Mafia family, she was from a poor household with five children. She was a minor figure, hoping to cling to power and change her fate.

She was currently working as a secretary for my husband, with her daily duties mainly involving simple tasks such as fetching coffee for him.

What infuriated me even more was the date she was employed; just three months after our wedding.

The blatant audacity of it ignited my temper instantly.

She was nothing but a whore who refused to work hard, choosing instead to take shortcuts by selling her body to climb into the beds of the wealthy.

Women like her were the easiest to deal with. I wouldn’t even need to dig a trap; I’d just make her fall where she had climbed.

As for Leonardo, what awaited him was the fatal blow he’d never forget for the rest of his life.

The next morning, Leonardo behaved as usual, reading the paper and making small talk with me over breakfast.

His expression was nothing unusual.

“What are your plans for today?”

Casually, I asked him, “Any special plans today?”

“Not really. I should be back early tonight to spend time with you,” he replied simply without looking up.

Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang. He picked it up immediately.

From the other end came a soft, coquettish voice, “Leo, darling, can we spend New Year’s Eve on an island? I love the midnight fireworks there.”

“Alright, I’ll make arrangements.”

The indulgence in his voice was something I had never heard before.

After hanging up, he calmly finished putting on his shoes, with no sign of unease. Just as he opened the door to leave, he seemed to remember something suddenly.

“Honey, there’s an arms auction in Trinacria today. I have to go this afternoon and probably won’t be back till late.”

Forcing a smile and carefully managing my emotions, I said, “Sure, the family comes first. Be safe.”

He looked at me, slightly surprised at my gentle reminder, as though he had expected me to complain, as I had always done whenever he said he’d be home late.

Right after, he turned and strode off with a trace of smugness on his face. I curled my lips and snorted. He must be in quite a hurry to see his mistress.

I walked over to the sofa, sat down, and dialed my personal lawyer’s number.

“Gather every piece of evidence of Leonardo’s infidelity. Draft the divorce agreement. I want him to come with nothing and leave with nothing.”

“As you command, Principessa.

“I’ve waited for this day. I’ll give it my all. Please wait for good news.”

After shutting down my computer, I decided to go for a spa session.

For the past two years, Leonardo had constantly harped on, “The family business has only just secured its footing, and our foundations are still shallow. Expenses are mounting. Don’t spend lavishly.

“Rein in your old extravagant habits for now. When the family’s interests are more stable, you can spend as you wish.”

Under his repeated admonitions, I hadn’t lived for myself in two years. Even my spa visits had become infrequent. Today, though, I intended to unwind completely.

Afterward, I went straight to the Demarcos’ headquarters.

I wanted to see for myself what kind of woman had managed to captivate Leonardo.

As the Donna, though I rarely visited the family, everyone inside recognized me.

Amid greetings from the family members, I walked in calmly.

Near the Don’s office, I saw Sienna picking up the phone with slightly trembling hands.

She whispered into it, “Don Demarco, your wife is here.”

She looked remarkably young, almost like a high school student, with two large, dark eyes set in a face as small as a palm.

In person, she seemed even more lively than in her photos.

With such an innocent, naive face, it was hard to associate her with someone who schemed to climb into power as a mistress.

I approached her. “Is the Don inside?”

She looked flustered as she stammered, “M-Madam, hello.

“W-Why are you here?”

I smiled. “Oh? Am I not allowed here?”

“No, no… That’s not what I meant.”

From her nervous reaction, it was obvious she recognized me. Even though I rarely visited, Sienna definitely recognized me. She knew I was the Don’s legally wedded wife, their Donna!

I chuckled softly. “Do you have a cat at home?”

Her face flushed visibly, her hands and feet awkward.

Then I kindly pointed to the cat fur clinging to her strapless top. “Next time, remember to brush it off before you leave the house.”

Ignoring her awkwardness, I turned and walked into the Don’s office.

Leonardo stood motionless before the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, a cigar clamped between his fingers. Lost in thought, he hadn’t stirred for some time.

Hearing the door open but no immediate voice, he turned with surprise etched on his face.

“Giada? What brings you here?”

“I was out and happened to pass by the headquarters. Thought I’d drop in to see.

“Whether you’re free?

“For lunch together?”

I smiled playfully, perfectly concealing the fire burning in my chest.

After a brief flicker of surprise, Leonardo glanced at his wristwatch. “Alright, I’ll head to Trinacria in two hours.

“We only have an hour for lunch. Let’s grab a quick bite in the restaurant upstairs.”

“Sure. I’ll use the restroom first.”

As I stepped out of the office, I heard the girls outside chatting.

“Sienna, your cat is gorgeous!”

“When did you get it? You never mentioned having one.”

Sienna stood chatting with two female colleagues, huddled around her phone.

“Look, everyone! This is a rare Ceylon cat.”

“Exactly! It’s priceless.”

Under the increasingly sycophantic praise, Sienna shot me a nervous yet smug glance.

I paid no attention to this awkward performance and headed to the restroom.

When I came out, Leonardo had already left his office. His eyes, slightly tense, were fixed in the direction of Sienna’s desk.

Pretending not to notice, I walked up to Leonard and slipped my arm through his with a smile.

“Let’s go.”

Inside the elevator, I spoke casually, “That young lady earlier looked so young. How old is she? She seemed like a high schooler.”

“No idea. New hire, I guess. Never really paid attention.”

His eager attempt to distance himself amused me. If I hadn’t known better, I might have been fooled by his feigned ignorance.

At lunch, I kept placing food on his plate while chatting lightly, showing constant concern for his health and the family’s affairs.

He swallowed his food contentedly and raised his sparkling wine.

“Good thing I have a wife who cares deeply about me. With you by my side, danger and hardship are nothing.”

I sneered inwardly but casually shifted the topic.

“Leo, now that our home and the family are quite stable, how about tomorrow you accompany me to buy that Ceylon cat I’ve always wanted?

“The name Juno can finally belong to our home.”

Leonardo froze for a moment, the clatter of his wine glass against the tableware echoing loudly.

He looked up at me, eyes flickering.

“Buy a cat? Why the sudden idea?

“Our place is small now, and you take care of everything at home yourself. If we bring a cat back, how would you manage?

“Let’s wait until we move into a bigger house. Once it’s more spacious, I can hire a nanny to help, then we’ll get one.”

I lowered my head, hiding the faint mockery in my eyes as I picked up more food.

“Hmm, alright.”

So I couldn’t buy a cat because the house was small? Because I handled everything alone?

It seemed he had already arranged even a nanny for Sienna.

Yet in our two years of marriage, he had insisted stubbornly that we not hire one.

“Giada, our house isn’t big, and the family business has just started. Every penny counts. Can you manage for now? We’ll hire domestic help once things are stable.”

Blinded by my hopes for marriage and the future, I had readily agreed to that seemingly reasonable yet utterly disrespectful request.

That “for now” had lasted two whole years.

Seeing the clear relief on his face now, I suddenly let out a soft “Hmm?”

He paused mid-wipe and looked up at me.

“Honey, how about we go buy a car tomorrow?”