His Empire Crumbled When I Left

Three years ago, my husband’s brother took a bullet for him.

So Gwen brought his brother's widow, Eliza, into our home.

I was the Donna in name only. I had to step aside for Eliza in everything.

Once, Eliza faked slitting her wrists. She said I drove her to it. Gwen grabbed my throat. Murder flashed in his eyes.

"Get out. The Falcone family has no place for a venomous bitch like you."

He gave her the family's art foundation to "make it up to her." It was supposed to be mine.

This time, I said nothing.