The Don’s Throwaway Wife Chapter 10

The Don’s Throwaway Wife Chapter 10

Dante still refused to sign the divorce documents.

His calls, texts, and emails bombarded my phone nonstop every single day.

Luca’s mood turned dark and stormy.

“If he refuses to settle this quickly, I’ve got no problem making things a whole lot worse for him

Luca leaked years of hidden audit records to regulators and called in every Wall Street contact he

had.

Within two weeks, Maranzano Holdings’ stock tanked hard.

Reporters uncovered Dante’s father’s endless string of mistresses and illegitimate children.

His mother faced criminal charges for embezzlement and workplace harassment.

The Moretti Family partnered with dozens of small businesses Dante had spent years crushing,

launching a full-scale financial siege against his empire.

We were willing to take minor losses just to bring him crashing down completely.

The century-old family dynasty started crumbling to pieces.

On the day Dante faced formal charges, his grandmother was rushed into intensive care.

That same afternoon, the finalized divorce papers arrived for his signature.

Dante begged for one last private meeting with me.

Luca suspected a trap, bringing eight armed enforcers along for protection.

Dante looked gaunt, unshaven, his eyes hollow and empty.

When he spotted me, a flicker of desperate relief crossed his face.

“Elara… are your injuries healed?”

I brushed a hand lightly over the faint scars on my arm.

“Mostly.”

He nodded slowly, like my answer meant everything to him.

“Good. That’s good.”

“Please… can you talk Luca into calling off the attack on my family?”

i slid the divorce paperwork across the table toward him.

“Sign this, and I’ll tell Luca to back off.”

He picked up the pen, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.

“Elara… there’s really no fixing us, is there?”

Before I could reply, a shrill voice cut through the room.

“Dante! You bastard-I finally tracked you down!”

Mia stormed inside, slamming a piece of paper hard onto the table.

An ultrasound scan.

“I’m pregnant. It’s yours. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Dante froze solid.

“That’s impossible. I always used protection.”

Her eyes darted around the room nervously.

“A few times… I poked tiny holes in the condoms.”

“It’s your kid, and you’re gonna take responsibility.”

So she’d planned this pregnancy to climb up the family ranks.

With the Maranzano empire collapsing around them, it was impossible to tell if she craved wealth

or ruin.

Dante lunged at her, and the two erupted into a screaming fistfight right there in front of us.

I grabbed the fully signed papers and walked straight out to Luca’s waiting car, bound for the airport.

I was going home.