"If you can't even keep your things safe, this hand is useless!" he shouted coldly.
I laughed coldly and slammed a divorce agreement in his face.
"Stop talking and sign it."
He only laughed back in response.
"I told you. We'll never divorce!"
"You can leave, do whatever you want. But I'll see if you dare to kill me!"
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"In this life, we'll belong to each other and be buried together," he said.
That was the promise both Matteo and I had made at eighteen. But on that day, I understood that even pure love could rot and even the most beautiful vows could expire. And when things expired, they should be ended.
I pulled a knife hidden under the sofa and stabbed at his neck. Matteo did not dodge. Instead, he stepped forward and met the blade. At the last moment I twisted my wrist and the knife sank into his shoulder.
He smiled, but the hand holding the knife trembled.
"What? Can't you bring yourself to do it?" he asked.
"Victoria, we've come this far. There is no reason to end like this over something small," he continued.
He said, "That child was an accident. If you don't want him, I'll have him sent abroad in a few days."
An accident, he said?