"Victoria, why bother with the divorce? Matteo will marry me anyway," she mockingly said.
"You might have a piece of paper, but I have his heart," she continued.
While Sylvia’s smile looked sweet and polite, something proud and mocking was lying under it. I did not lift my eyes. Instead, I kept feeding the fish I owned. She quickly snatched the fish food from my hand, annoyed by my calm.
With a proud air, she had a gift box carried forward.
"Well, anyway. Victoria, this is a present I prepared especially for you."
I opened it and nearly lost my breath. Three blood-stained fingers sat inside. Each was marked with my brother’s unique sign.
"Victoria, don't you know? Your brother has actually woken up," she said softly.
"These fingers were cut off while he was alive!"
"He then screamed and begged Matteo to let him see you one last time!"
I smashed the fish tank with my bare hands, grabbed a shard of glass and lunged for her. Her men stopped me. But Matteo truly loved her. After all, he had given her his most capable guards. She watched my rage and helplessness with cruel delight.
Her smile grew wider.