I Killed My Husband After He Faked His Death

Damiano tried to duck and slip away. But he could not escape because he was surrounded.

“Is that Don Vestri?”

“That’s impossible! He doesn’t look like Don Vestri at all. He must be Wendy’s lover!”

“Don Vestri is dependable and loyal. He rushed into the path of an explosion to save a member of the family. Even if he survived that, there’s no way he’d be completely uninjured!”

“If he didn’t die, wasn’t that hunt for the traitor just a show? How could Don Vestri send so many of our brothers to their deaths?”

“Tie this man up and kill him along with Wendy. We have to avenge Don Vestri!”

As Damiano listened to the members of the family argue vehemently, he lost his cool.

He never expected himself to trip up just because of Wendy.

I watched as Damiano grew increasingly anxious. Wearing a concerned frown, I softly asked, “A-Are you really Damiano?”

In reality, I was scoffing inside.

If Damiano admitted the truth, it would imply that his death had been a scam from start to finish.

As members of the Mafia, death was a familiar companion. Therefore, a meaningless death was unacceptable to us.

Damiano had tricked me, tricked the family, and caused the deaths of numerous members. Moreover, he had done all of this to be with his mistress as she waited to give birth. It took him many years to gain approval from the family’s inner circle. That would instantly go up in smoke.

However, if he refused to admit it, he would die as Wendy’s illicit lover under these circumstances. He would lose any chance of coming back and reclaiming his position.

He would also lose everything and be dead to the family forever.

“Don’t tell me you’re too afraid to tell us?”

A hint of mockery shone in my eyes even as I faked anticipation in getting his answer.

Damiano clenched his fists as anger filled his gaze.

Meanwhile, Wendy was whining and moaning nearby. She was doing her best to ensure her survival.

“Damiano, it hurts! Just own up and save me!”

I knew Damiano did not want to do that. At the same time, Wendy was not going to just give up and die.

She wanted to give birth to her baby. Once she managed that, she would be cherished and cared for, and her child would not be illegitimate.

She also did not want to be a mistress any longer and be hidden away in secret.

However, Damiano would be in even more hot water if this happened.

“If he still isn’t admitting it after so long, he’s got to be a fake. How dare you use Don Vestri’s name to fool us? That’s unacceptable!”

“But what if he really is Don Vestri?”

The tension was getting to a breaking point. Seeing Damiano stuck between a rock and a hard place, I could not help but scowl.

Since he could not make a decision, I would make it for him.

I clapped my hands and signaled for Damiano’s coffin to be brought over.

Then, I prostrated over it and started to cry pitifully.

“Damiano’s corpse is completely unrecognizable. I’m still hoping that he might be alive. He’s always been so courageous, and he’s done so much for the family. He sacrificed himself for us, so there’s no way he wouldn’t admit it if he’s still alive.”

Once again, I looked at David and Victoria.

“We’re close, but we’re not related by blood. As his parents, I’m sure you can recognize your own son.”

Everyone shifted their focus to David and Victoria as well.