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For six years, I planned every move my husband made.
Tonight, five families crowned him king of the waterfront — with my strategy.
Then, in front of four hundred guests and a live-streaming camera, he kissed his consigliera and called her "the mind behind the empire."
His mother leaned over and whispered, "Pack your bags, dear. You were only ever the babysitter."
So I stood up, took my twins by the hands, walked out of the Cathedral Ballroom, and made the call I'd avoided for six years.
"Grandfather," I said. "It's Sera. I'm coming home. Send the car."
Because I wasn't Sera Rossi, the quiet little wife who packed lunches.
I was Serafina Castellani — sole heir to the Castellani family, which owned the docks his shipments crossed, the bank that washed his money, the judges who lost his files, and the ninety-year-old seat he'd just been handed like a party favor.
And the anonymous strategist the whole underworld called "the Confessor"? The ghost whose plans had never once failed in eleven years?
Her, too.
Let's see him rule without me.