Blind No More,I Chose to Divorce
I was once Fiona's consigliere.
I put the Falcone Family in her hands,helping her become the untouchable Don.
And when a rival family put out a hit, I took the car bomb meant for her.
It cost me my eyes.
She knelt by my hospital bed and swore a blood oath. She would be my eyes. I would be her only husband.
Later, after an operation by a top surgeon, my eyes recovered.
I couldn't wait to rush home to surprise her.
But when I pushed open the door, I saw her tangled together with Leo, her bodyguard, on the desk I had custom-made for her.
Fiona was pressed against Leo in revealing clothing, her face flushed.
Crumpled white tissues littered the floor.
Between ragged breaths, she called Leo’s name repeatedly.
"Fiona, why are you still keeping that useless blind fuck around? Let me take care of him for you."
"Leo, shut up. I need more time. Now, get inside me. That's all that matters."
The Chicago winter rain was bone-chilling that night.
I completely gave up.
After walking out of the house in just my shirt, I pulled out my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Sicily.
I will cut ties completely with this family and with her.