"Victoria, stop trembling if you really want to kill someone!" he shouted.
He then continued, "You don't have to be so upset. No need for you to hate me."
"Wrong acts have costs. You killed my child, so I killed your brother. That's even, isn't it?" he asked.
How could Matteo dare to talk about evenness? What right did he have to speak like that? He was the traitor. He had thrown me into hell.
Matteo leaned close and brushed the tears from my face with a kiss.
"Victoria, you should be reasonable," he whispered.
"I won't sign the divorce, but I will give her a wedding and expose her to the world!" he added.
"You owe her that, so you must repay it!"
Repay? What could he possibly pay me back for what he'd done? He left in such a rush that he did not notice my eyes that had turned red and were burning with hatred.
I had already given him one chance. If divorce was not possible between us, then we would end as widows and widowers. People who betrayed true love did not deserve a good ending!
The wedding arrived sooner than I expected. Before my brother's body was even cold, an invitation reached me. Sylvia came in person, surrounded by dozens of guards.