He Brought Divorce Papers—Then Found His Wife Sleeping Beside a Dialysis Machine
The divorce papers slipped from Dominic Moretti's hand at exactly 6:17 on a rainy Thursday morning. They scattered across the marble floor of his wife's bedroom, their white pages sliding beneath a hospital-style bed that had not been there the last time he entered the room. Beside that bed stood a dialysis machine. And beside the machine, connected to its tubing, lay Clare, his wife, the woman he had spent eight months believing hated him. Her face was pale beneath the soft light of a bedside lamp. Her dark hair lay tangled against the pillow. One hand rested near the edge of the mattress where a small notebook had fallen open. Dominic moved closer. The notebook contained dates, blood pressure readings, medication schedules, and one sentence written in Clare's familiar handwriting. "Don't let Dominic find out. They will use me to get to him." For the first time in 20 years, the most feared man in Chicago's criminal underworld felt his knees threaten to give way. He looked at the machine again, then at the…
