Flaunting My Ring? Too Bad Your Man Is My Husband—and I Hold the Pen to His Fortune! Chapter 02
Mirella’s champagne glass tipped over. The drink splashed all over her.
A flight attendant rushed over. Mirella screamed and covered her face.
“Are you insane?!”
“You’re dead!”
The flight attendant squeezed between us, forced a smile, and guided the furious Mirella to a seat farther away, whispering calming words.
Mirella finally calmed down. She wiped her skirt with a towel and shot me a look full of contempt.
“I hate women like you. You think you’re so superior. And you called me a whore. You’re just jealous because you’re old and no one wants you.”
I lunged forward.
The flight attendant grabbed me and forced me back down.
My hands were fists.
Mirella glanced at me with disgust. “Honestly, you’re not exactly young anymore. Your husband is definitely cheating. Go home and check his phone. A woman like you… no wonder men don’t come home.”
SPLASH!
The fresh orange juice the flight attendant had just given me ran down Mirella’s hair and cheeks. Her screams were piercing.
More crew members gathered, forming a human wall.
The flight attendant’s smile tightened as she leaned toward me.
“He’s a VIP guest of Don Severin Ravello. You’d better stay out of this. He’s very protective of her.”
Don Severin Ravello.
The title hit me like a bullet.
We had a short layover, but neither of us got off the plane.
I turned on my phone and texted Severin: [Where are you?]
A photo came back. A messy desk covered in shipping records and betting slips.
[Working hard for my wife!]
[For me? Or for someone else?]
No reply. Just a question mark.
A second later, I heard his voice from Mirella’s seat. “Someone spilled a drink on you? Who dared to touch you?”
“An old witch!”
“This is all your fault! If you were here, she wouldn’t have dared!”
“Shh. It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”
A mechanical female voice came from the phone. [Transfer of $500,000 received.]”
Severin’s voice was warm and sweet. “Buy yourself something nice. Forget about her.”
Mirella pouted. “That’s not enough! You said you missed me! You said you wanted to spend Christmas with me! If that weren’t true, I never would’ve flown with that crazy woman!”
“What about the new villa I just bought you?”
She was quiet for a moment.
“I can see you smiling, baby.”
“I’m not!” Her voice softened. “But… fine. One chance. Because I love you.”
“Okay. I’ll make it up to you tonight. All night.”
“At least three hours!”
“As long as you want.”
I was shaking with rage.
When he was sent to oversee the family’s territory in New York, our meetings were always brief. A hug. A chaste kiss.
When I hinted I wanted more, he’d sigh. “I’m stressed, honey. Business… it’s exhausting. Let me rest, okay?”
He was always so tired. Then he’d leave again.
The plane was ready for takeoff.
Mirella blew a kiss into her phone and hung up.
A text came from Severin.
[Elara, why won’t you believe me? Are you upset that I have to work through the holidays? When I get home, I’ll take you to your favorite barbecue place.]
The engines roared. A waiter approached Mirella with a black box stamped in gold.
“Ma’am, a gentleman sent this.”
“My Prada necklace! He actually remembered!”
The waiter handed her a card.
“The gentleman also asked us to pass along a message: ‘Don’t let other people’s voices drown out your own. Keep moving forward. I’ll always be right behind you.’”
A waiter appeared beside me and pressed a cool little stone into my hand. A diamond.
“For you, Miss Vescari.”
“For me?”
“The Don knows about your… disagreement. So go apologize to her. Sincerely.”
I stared at the diamond and smiled bitterly.
Buying off a stranger’s dignity with a diamond just to make her happy.
Throwing away five hundred grand like it was nothing.
A stranger got more from him than I ever did.
The waiter announced loudly, “Miss Vescari is here to apologize!”
Apologize? You don’t deserve that.
