The day I learned I was carrying eight babies, my husband—New York's most feared Don—sent me divorce papers and $200 million. I signed, took the money, and vanished. Six months later, he found me at my grandfather's estate, soaked and desperate, begging me to come home. He swore he never sent those papers. That Bianca forged everything. I listened. Then I asked him one question: "If you never sent them… whose money did I take?"
