The Don Picked His Mistress，I Picked Chicago

For three months, I bled to save my husband's empire. I sold my mother's house. I signed away my trust. I drank with loan sharks until my stomach tore open. Then I walked into Luca Delgado's club and found him playing a live-action board game with his childhood sweetheart — and every square was one of my family's dead assets. My father. My baby. My home. All rolled on a pair of dice. 'You play the game, you pay the price,' my husband said. So I called Chicago. I made one call. And this time, when the Don of Philadelphia begged me to turn around — I didn't.