Eight Years of Devotion, Yet the Mafia Boss Betrayed MeChapter 1

Sofia's POV

I was supposed to be walking toward a wedding altar—and the man I’d given eight years of my life to didn’t even know it was about to happen.

Lorenzo barely came home anymore. When he did, it was late, distracted, and already halfway gone. His focus had shifted to Francesca, his newly appointed consigliere assistant—a sharp-eyed woman with ambition written into the way she spoke. He’d hired her himself not long ago, and from the very beginning, something about them fit too easily. Too naturally.

In the glass-lined corridors of the penthouse office that doubled as one of his many mafia fronts, their voices carried freely. Low laughter, private jokes, shared glances reflected in polished marble and steel. They spoke as if the space belonged only to them, as if I were just another piece of furniture blending into the background.