The mafia boss spent the whole day with his mistress, ignoring his wife’s calls like they meant nothing. He thought he still had time to fix it. Then he finally checked his phone— and her last message wasn’t an argument… it was a goodbye he could never undo.

The mafia boss spent the day with his mistress, silencing his wife’s calls and assuming nothing was wrong, and he never imagined that when he finally checked his phone, it would be the last message he’d ever receive from her—a final, irreversible goodbye. On the morning Dominic Caruso silenced his phone and turned it face down on the nightstand, he believed himself immune to endings.
The city outside the penthouse windows was waking slowly, unaware that one of its most carefully hidden empires was about to begin collapsing from the inside, not with gunfire or police sirens, but with something far more dangerous to men like Dominic: a woman who had finally stopped waiting to be chosen.

Dominic lay tangled in silk sheets that were not his wife’s, the scent of a stranger’s perfume clinging to his skin in a way that had long stopped feeling illicit and had instead settled into routine. Beside him, Bianca Santoro—younger, sharper, and endlessly convinced that proximity to power was the same as safety—traced idle patterns across his chest, laughing softly at something on her phone.
His own phone buzzed again.
Dominic glanced at the screen, saw the name Evelyn Caruso, and dismissed it without a second thought.
“Work?” Bianca asked lazily.
“Noise,” he replied, already reaching for her, already convincing himself that whatever waited on the other side of that missed call could wait a few hours more, as it always had.
What Dominic did not know, what he could not have known in his arrogance, was that the woman whose call he had just ignored was lying alone in a private hospital room, staring at two pink lines that would never have the chance to become a future, realizing with a clarity that hurt more than grief that she had reached the end of a long, careful silence.
Evelyn Caruso did not cry when the nurse confirmed what her body already knew