After My Third Divorce From Godfather, I Will Never Come Back

"Let's get divorced."

I calmly placed the signed divorce agreement on his desk.

Andre froze for a moment. It was the first time I had ever handed him divorce papers myself.

But he quickly regained his composure and signed his name with practiced ease.

"Rachel... I know you've suffered."

He took my hand and looked at me with those affectionate eyes.

"I promise, once Alice leaves, I'll give you the most magnificent remarriage ceremony."

In the past, I would have made him write a promise and swear it before God.

But this time, my heart was completely still. I simply packed my belongings in silence.

Andre watched as I folded my clothes and placed them into my suitcase with efficiency and speed. For once, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes.

He suddenly grabbed my hand again, his voice serious and sincere.

"Rachel, you will always be the only godmother of the Loreto Family."

Looking into his deep blue eyes, I suddenly remembered the day we got married.

Andre slipped a ruby ring onto my finger and kissed my fingertips. He said:

"Rachel, I will never betray our marriage."

He truly never betrayed our marriage.

After all, once we were divorced, he was free to be with whoever he wanted.

The price was that I became the biggest joke in the entire underworld—the only godmother who could be summoned whenever needed and discarded whenever convenient.

Andre hesitated, as if making a very difficult decision.

"Rachel, if you really don't want to move out, I can find a place for you to stay in the estate..."

I pulled my hand away and zipped up my suitcase.

"No need. I have somewhere to go."

Andre seemed to remember something. He frowned, and impatience finally appeared in his voice.

"Don't tell me you are going to drink yourself into a stupor again and let the whole family know you can't live without me?"

"Don't make me clean up your mess again."

The first time we divorced, I really did get drunk at a winery and was brought back to the family estate by members who didn't know the truth.

But when Alice saw me, she immediately cried and threatened to shoot herself.

The argument drew the attention of the family members. Their eyes turned toward Alice with undisguised contempt.

To comfort Alice, Andre completely ignored my dignity and threw the divorce agreement at me in front of everyone.

From then on, every divorce between Andre and me was announced to the entire family by him.

Everyone in the underworld said that Andre loved Alice.

I was nothing more than a shameless ex-godmother who refused to leave.

This time, Andre finally had nothing left to worry about.

I picked up my suitcase and walked toward the door without hesitation.

"Don't worry. I won't appear in front of you again."

Andre stared at me blankly. Only after I opened the door and stepped outside did he panic slightly and add:

"We'll remarry on the ninth of next month. I'll wait for you."

I paused.

What a coincidence.

My flight was booked for the ninth as well.