John Gotti's Marriage With Victoria Was Much Nastier Than You Thought

John Gotti's Marriage With Victoria Was Much Nastier Than You Thought You know that photo. February 9, 1990. Manhattan Supreme Court. John Gotti stepping out in a black double-breasted suit, black and red tie, beaming smile. Just been acquitted. The crowd outside roared. The press slapped the nickname on him the very next morning, Teflon Don, the boss no charge could stick to. America saw an invincible man. But twenty minutes’ drive away, in a three-story house in Howard Beach, Queens, Victoria DiGiorgio was raising four kids alone. She had fought with him constantly from the early years and split up many times. She had already buried a twelve-year-old son run over by a car and tried to kill herself three times. And the man smiling for the cameras had deliberately sent his underling on distant jobs just so he could go to that man’s house and sleep with his wife for years. Forty years of marriage. The media called it loyalty. Victoria called it something worse than cheating. It all started in a bar in Brooklyn.