Chapter 3

I paused my packing and turned to look at him.Since I was leaving forever,I might as well put all my cards on the table.

"I think we should—"

"Here we go again,"Vincent scoffed,cutting me off."Another tantrum,another packed bag.Elena,how many times are you going to play this dramatic, crying-and-threatening-to-leave game?"

"I'm not joking!I received—"

"I don't want to hear your excuses."He waved his hand dismissively,like swatting a fly."The door is right there.Leave if you want to.I'm not sending a car to chase you down this time."

I'm not chasing you down this time.

Those words felt like a cold gun barrel pressed directly against my heart.

The last shreds of our marriage shattered into dust.A wave of nausea surged in my chest,while he just stood there,completely unfazed.

"Fine,"I turned back around and shoved my clothes into the suitcase."I'll stay at a friend's place for a few days.We both need to cool off."

"Suit yourself,"he sneered,slamming the door shut behind him.

I collapsed onto the edge of the bed,my tears finally falling in utter silence.

The next day,I went to the family's personal lawyer and calmly handed over the signed divorce papers and my formal request to leave the syndicate.

When I returned to the estate,the sound of Lila and Vincent's laughter drifted from downstairs.They had just returned from a shopping spree.Lila was parading around,showing off a limited-edition Hermes bag.

I hid in the master bedroom,staring blankly at a glass dome on my vanity. Inside was a dried white rose.

It was the one Vincent gave me when he first confessed his feelings to me in Sicily.He said it represented the purest love of a Don.

I wiped away my tears,forcing myself to look away.

But suddenly,the door was shoved open.Lila,pretending to lose her balance, stumbled into the room and crashed right into the vanity.With a sickening crack,the glass dome and the withered rose shattered all over the floor.

"Oops,sorry."She covered her mouth,but her eyes danced with a provocative, mocking smirk."I just wanted to come check on you..."

"You did that on purpose!"I was blinded by rage and lunged at her.

"Vincent!"Lila instantly let out a piercing,hysterical sob,turning and throwing herself into the arms of Vincent,who had rushed over at the noise."I swear I didn't mean to..."

I fell to my knees amidst the shattered glass.My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I desperately tried to gather the powdered petals.It was the only proof of our love left.

From above me came Vincent's voice,dripping with extreme annoyance:"Elena, it's just a damn dead flower.Do you really need to act like a lunatic over it?"

A damn dead flower?

In that exact moment,my heart was crushed into dust under his heel,just like that rose.

I kept my head down,my voice completely dead."I'm sorry.I'll clean it up."

That night,Vincent pushed open my bedroom door.

He tossed a velvet box onto the bed.Inside was a priceless pink diamond necklace."For you.I know that flower was important to you.Consider this compensation."

I didn't take it.I just stared at him coldly.Did he really think a few million bucks could buy off every single humiliation he had put me through?

"Elena,don't push your luck."My silence drained the last of his patience.He slapped the necklace onto the table,his voice turning icy."I know you're still throwing a tantrum over the docks.Sign this agreement.What's inside is enough to fund your lavish lifestyle for half a lifetime."

He threw a document in front of me.

Transfer Agreement for the West Coast Docks and Associated Shipping Lines.

He was throwing money in my face.Using a damn necklace to force me into signing away my dignity and my blood,sweat,and tears.

"And if I don't sign?"I looked up at him,my throat raw and hoarse.

"Then you'd be incredibly ungrateful."His eyes darkened,radiating the ruthless cruelty of a mob boss."Elena,don't force me to use my power as the Don for a hostile takeover."

Don't force him.

This was what our relationship had become.Maintained solely by power and intimidation.

I picked up the pen,my hand trembling violently.I signed my name on the paper and pressed a bloody thumbprint next to it.

"Good."He gathered the papers,finally flashing a satisfied smile."I knew you were a sensible woman."

"You can get the hell out now."I turned my back,refusing to look at him.

He paused at the door."Elena,maybe spending a few days apart to cool off is best for both of us."

The door clicked shut.

I stared at that glittering pink diamond on the table and felt absolutely sick to my stomach.

The next morning,right as I was ready to leave for good,I caught a glimpse of the calendar on the nightstand.

Today was our one-year wedding anniversary.

Vincent had sworn that no matter how busy he was,he would spend this day every year with me at the French restaurant where we had our first date.

If I didn't show up...would he be heartbroken?

I went anyway.My flight wasn't until late into the night,so I had time.

I wore that black dress he loved so much.I sat in the restaurant and waited. From seven o'clock until ten.

He never showed up.

His phone went straight to voicemail,and my texts vanished into the void.

As I walked out of the restaurant,completely hollowed out,Vincent’s Underboss and Consigliere,Leo,called me.

"Donna,I'm so sorry.The Boss made a last-minute decision to take Miss Lila to the underground black-money summit in Monaco.Their private jet just took off."

Monaco...The summit.A money-burning playground where all the world's top mafia syndicates gathered.

On our wedding anniversary,he took another woman there.

I returned to the empty estate,every last drop of energy drained from my body.

I sat at the desk and wrote him one final letter.

When I was done,I slid the letter under the velvet box holding the necklace and packed up my few simple clothes.

My chest felt terrifyingly hollow,but it also brought an unprecedented, liberating sense of relief.

Dragging that small suitcase,I walked out of the cage that had trapped me for three years,without looking back once.

On the flight to the medical institute's base,I looked out at the clouds and took a deep breath.I was finally—completely and entirely—my own.

Vincent,when you wake up in Monaco and realize that I have vanished from your world forever,what kind of look will be on your face?