No Turning Back

I packed my bags and walked out into the living room.

Out in the yard, Leonardo was wrapping his arms around Gia, his face full of concern.

Just half an hour ago, Gia was sobbing uncontrollably in the house, threatening to slit her wrists. But right now, Leonardo had already coaxed her back to smiles and laughter.

I’d seen this ridiculous scene play out countless times before. Yet every single time, I still felt completely dazed and baffled.

I wondered how the girl who had just been screaming, smashing wine bottles, and pressing broken glass to her throat and wrists could be the same Gia standing there now.

I pulled my eyes away and dragged my suitcase toward the front door.

Actually, today was our third wedding anniversary—that is, if you counted from the very first time Leonardo and I exchanged rings. However, over these past three years, we’d spent most of our time toggling between divorce and remarriage.

In fact, our latest remarriage was barely a month ago. The rest of the family even mocked me behind my back, calling me "the wandering Donna of Siciliana".

Seeing me walk toward the exit with my luggage, completely expressionless, Gia let out a triumphant smile. Then, she immediately pouted, turning to Leonardo with a deeply aggrieved look.

"How did it happen so fast this time? Leonardo, you guys aren't lying to me, are you? Did you actually get divorced, or are you just putting on a show for me?!

"Is Bianca forcing you not to divorce her? I knew it! She wants me dead so she can have you all to herself! Fine, then I'll just go die!"

Gia made a move to throw herself into the courtyard pool.

Leonardo didn't even have time to worry about my feelings. He instantly pulled Gia tight into his chest to stop her from doing anything extreme.

Then, he pulled the divorce papers from his suit pocket and comforted her in a soft, gentle voice.

"The divorce papers are right here, already stamped and sealed. How could I lie to you?"

At this moment, Leonardo only had eyes for Gia. He didn't even bother to give me a single glance.

In that instant, everything suddenly became crystal clear to me. Even if Leonardo and I remarried a hundred or a thousand times, I would never be as important to him as Gia was.

Gia stared at the divorce papers, stamped with the Corleone family's wax seal, and a grin broke out on her face.

Right in front of me, without any hesitation, she planted a kiss on Leonardo's cheek.

"Leonardo, I knew you were the best to me!"

From an angle where Leonardo couldn't see, Gia shot me a smug glance, her eyes filled with total contempt. Even though I knew she was deliberately provoking me, I still couldn't stop the anger from rising inside me.

The reason for Gia's breakdown this time was simply because she found out about the third anniversary gift Leonardo had prepared for me in advance.

Since Leonardo felt guilty toward me, he had specially sourced a rare blue diamond and made it into a brooch. When Gia found out, she flew into a jealous rage and staged her eighth suicide threat.

Earlier that day, when we’d gone to see Luca to draft the divorce papers, the lawyer hadn't even blinked. He’d simply shrugged, looking completely helpless.

"Miss Bianca, as the Corleone family's personal lawyer, I've handled fewer divorces in my entire career than I have for you alone."

I’d flashed a bitter smile. "I'm guessing it's a first in the family's history."

Leonardo had snapped. He slammed his hand onto the desk, his expression darkening.

"Bianca and I can divorce whenever we want and marry whenever we want. It's not your place to run your mouth.

"If I hear anyone talking about this again, don't blame me for turning on you."