The Mafia Don Wants Me Back, But I Said No
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On Family Day at his private school, the teacher asked the children to give each member of their family a score.
On his card, my son, Leo, wrote:
"Dad, 100. Aunt Bianca, 100."
"Mom, 0. I hate her."
For three years I had fought my ex-husband, Damon, in court with everything I had. I gave up every cent of alimony just to win custody away from him.
But now, looking at that card, I was suddenly, completely tired.
When it was over, I handed Damon the signed papers giving up custody.
"He's yours," I said evenly. "The lawyers can handle the rest."
Damon is the don of New York's criminal underworld. He thought I was retreating so I could advance. He'd even had the papers drawn up for us to remarry, and he was waiting for me to sign and come home.
He seemed to have forgotten that his mistress had crushed my right hand under her stiletto heel, and that he had pulled strings to have my medical license revoked.
He'd forgotten, too, that on the day my mother was in a car accident, he stopped the doctors from going into the operating room, just to force me to give in.
The day my mother died on that table, my heart died with her.
So when he was sure I would bow my head, I nodded. I pretended to agree to meet him at City Hall in three days to remarry.
Damon waited outside City Hall all day with his bodyguards. He had no idea I was already on a plane to London.
He thought I would have nowhere to go, just like before.
But he forgot one thing. A woman who has already lost everything never looks back.
On his card, my son, Leo, wrote:
"Dad, 100. Aunt Bianca, 100."
"Mom, 0. I hate her."
For three years I had fought my ex-husband, Damon, in court with everything I had. I gave up every cent of alimony just to win custody away from him.
But now, looking at that card, I was suddenly, completely tired.
When it was over, I handed Damon the signed papers giving up custody.
"He's yours," I said evenly. "The lawyers can handle the rest."
Damon is the don of New York's criminal underworld. He thought I was retreating so I could advance. He'd even had the papers drawn up for us to remarry, and he was waiting for me to sign and come home.
He seemed to have forgotten that his mistress had crushed my right hand under her stiletto heel, and that he had pulled strings to have my medical license revoked.
He'd forgotten, too, that on the day my mother was in a car accident, he stopped the doctors from going into the operating room, just to force me to give in.
The day my mother died on that table, my heart died with her.
So when he was sure I would bow my head, I nodded. I pretended to agree to meet him at City Hall in three days to remarry.
Damon waited outside City Hall all day with his bodyguards. He had no idea I was already on a plane to London.
He thought I would have nowhere to go, just like before.
But he forgot one thing. A woman who has already lost everything never looks back.


















































