“One more thing,” I added after a pause. “Redirect every investor and partner we can reach. Move them under my company. I don’t want Matteo left with anything.”
By the time I left the hospital, I went alone.
The ride home was quiet, but my mind wasn’t.
And when I stepped into the hallway of the house, I froze.
Voices.
Low, intimate… and unmistakably his.
Matteo.
And a woman.
My stomach turned as I followed the sound, every step heavier than the last. I didn’t even think—I just pushed the door open.
What I saw made everything inside me go still.
He didn’t even pretend to stop.
No panic. No guilt.
Just a brief glance in my direction before continuing like I wasn’t even there.
Like I didn’t matter at all.
My nails dug into my palms as I forced myself to breathe.
Then I spoke—calm, controlled, and completely done.
“We’re getting a divorce,” I said evenly. “I’m finished. With you. With this marriage. With every lie you’ve ever told me.”
“Let’s end this marriage. I want a divorce,” I said, my tone steady, almost frighteningly calm. “I’m finished with your lies, your betrayal… everything you’ve put me through.”