The Last Thing the Don Expected Was Divorce

"Good afternoon, ma'am. You just walked out of Boston City Hall looking absolutely radiant. Any special occasion to celebrate?"

"I'm getting divorced."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Would you mind telling me what happened?"

"He's been bedding his late right-hand man's sister. In my art studio, on my yacht, across my private study desk, and even on the grand piano in our living room. He thought I didn't know."

"I can't imagine how much this hurts. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. Where are you heading now?"

"The hospital. Prenatal checkup."

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