After She Stole My Ring, I Married the Don's Rival

"In the Gallo family’s private jewelry workshop. The wedding ring I’d waited six months for was on another woman’s finger. Gia’s hand.An international supermodel my fiancé, the Don of the Gallo family, was having an affair with.The workshop director stood by, a cold sweat soaking his back as he looked at Maximo on the sofa.Maximo stood up. He took Gia’s hand, lifting it to the light to admire the ring, his tone leaving no room for argument. “She’s walking in a major show in Paris next week. She needs this to make an impression on the haute couture scene. The family vault is full of jewels. Pick something else. Don't be dramatic.”Under the harsh lights, Gia admired herself in the mirror, her smile haughty and triumphant.I looked at my own reflection. Cashmere sweater and jeans. I didn’t belong here.This wedding, a year in the making, suddenly felt like a joke.I'm not upset. I just canceled the custom wedding dress along the way.“Maximo. The other jewels are perfectly fine.So I’m not getting married.”"