Mia stared at the screen. The truth was simpler and uglier. Xavier was organizing a grand reception the following evening to formally welcome the Argento Syndicate's remnants into the Salvatore fold. A banquet to celebrate the merger she had spoken against. Since she opposed the alliance, it seemed her husband did not wish for her to attend.
Her hands trembled as she scrolled through her phone, some masochistic instinct driving her to open her social media feed. Vanessa Lestari's latest post glowed at the top.
"Shopping for tomorrow's party. Trying so hard to pick matching suits for both of my men."
The photograph showed Xavier Salvatore holding Vanessa's son in his arms. The boy clung to his neck. Vanessa leaned against Xavier's shoulder, her smile radiant and proprietary, her hand resting on his chest as though she had every right to place it there.
Mia's vision blurred. The tears came silently, rolling down her cheeks in the backseat of the black sedan as the city lights smeared past the window.
"Madam, get down!"