“I’m leaving,” I said, my tone hardening. “We’re done. Congratulations, Don Moretti. Enjoy your new life.”
Did he really think I would submit to her? That I would smile and make space for the woman carrying his heir?
Never.
I had packed weeks ago—after a video found its way onto my phone. A recording of him and her. I had already mourned this marriage long before tonight.
Zachary’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he advanced, pointing at me once, casually, as if dismissing an inconvenience.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Storm out. Make a scene. You’ll be back within days, begging like you always do.”
Behind me, quiet laughter rippled through the room.
Soldiers. Associates. Family friends. People who once lowered their heads when I entered now whispered openly, savoring my fall from grace.
Unfortunate for them—I wasn’t staying to be humiliated.
The car my cousin arranged was already waiting downstairs.
Zachary thought I’d crawl back?
I didn’t even pause as I retrieved my suitcase from the bedroom.
But just as I reached the door, his voice sliced through the air.
“Leave the Moonstone bracelet,” he ordered. “Give it to her.”
My chest tightened painfully.