Chapter 2

"Dissolving the marriage? Camilla, are you crazy?!"

Dominic blurted it out, his voice spiking sharp and loud.

Seeing my cold, steady gaze on him, Dominic realized he slipped up. A vein at his temple twitched, and he scrambled to fix his words. "I mean, that's ridiculous. I took a hit and lost my memory. Sienna is the only woman in my head. How could I ever be married to you?"

I looked at his rigid face and felt pure disgust.

"If you don't remember anything, even better," I said without emotion. "I was the one who trapped you into that marriage license back then. Sign the papers now. It's better for everyone."

Sienna's eyes flashed with excitement. She grabbed Dominic's bicep. "Dominic, if she forced you, get the divorce right now! Call the elders over and get the papers done today!"

Dominic's brows knotted hard.

He stood frozen, tossing out weak excuses. "We haven't looked into this yet. My head still aches in waves. We talk about this in a few days."

"What's wrong, Dominic?" A small smirk pulled at my lips, cutting straight through his delay. "You despise me so much, but you won't sign your name? Or are you scared of something?"

The direct call-out stung his pride, and Sienna kept tugging on his arm. Dominic couldn't save face anymore.

"Tell the elders to head to the penthouse council room," he spat through clenched teeth, his face dark.

We reached the spiral staircase in the hall. Dominic stopped dead in his tracks and pressed his temple.

He spun around and grabbed my wrist.

"Wait... I just remembered something." He stared into my eyes, speaking slow and quiet, testing the water. "Christmas Eve, six years ago. Heavy snow in Manhattan. Didn't we exchange rings in that underground chapel? I remember you wore a white dress just like today..."

He thought tossing out a scrap of old romance would make me soft like before.

Too bad the wiretap from his private study last month still sat in my encrypted drive.

He told his crew himself: "I only married her because she balances dirty books cleaner than anyone else. She washes hundreds of millions in black money for me. If not for growing this family, I'd never leave my back open to a smart woman."

I used to tell myself that was just how he kept his men in line. He spent years putting me down in public under the excuse of protecting me. Then I caught him with Sienna.

I ripped my hand out of his grip with a deadpan face. "You're imagining things. That's just a hallucination from your concussion."

Dominic's face froze solid.

The men in the hall kept their heads down. The air turned freezing cold.

Stripped of his pride in public, violent rage flared in Dominic's eyes.

He yanked Sienna into his side, lacing his fingers tight with hers right in front of my face. "Say whatever you want. Once you sign today, I'm throwing the biggest engagement party in Long Island next week. Sienna's name goes into the family ledger."

Sienna beamed, clinging tight to his chest.

Five minutes later, the family notary elder sat across the long table.

Three identical termination contracts lay between us.

I pulled out a chair, sat down, and took the pen. I scanned every asset clause with absolute clarity. Any property deeds or shell companies under the family name, I didn't touch a single one. In return, I permanently locked down every offshore fund code under my name.

I signed my name and slid the folders back.

The whole thing took under ten minutes. I didn't waste a single glance on him.

Outside the building, I hailed a ride straight to the estate.

Sienna peeked at my screen. Her face soured instantly, and she screeched, "Camilla! The papers are signed! That estate belongs to Dominic and me now! How dare you show your face there?"

Dominic sparked a smoke, looking down at me with cold eyes. "Give her thirty minutes. Clear out the outsider's junk. Sienna moves in tonight."

He wanted to see me break. He wanted me to beg him for a spare bedroom.

I just nodded once. "Ten minutes is plenty."

I returned to the main house, popped open a suitcase, and packed only my private paperwork and a few sets of everyday clothes.

The jewelry he bought me in the drawers and the designer gowns on the racks stayed untouched.

Dominic walked into the room without a sound.

Seeing me pack with cold speed, the smirk melted right off his face. Unstoppable frustration burned in his eyes.

He walked to the desk, picked up our framed picture, and tapped the wood. "Camilla, when was this taken? You really throwing our entire past in the trash?"

"It's fake," I snapped the suitcase locks shut, not even looking up. "Just a photoshopped prop to throw off the FBI."

That single sentence snapped his last nerve.

Dominic surged forward, ripped the suitcase from my grip, and hurled it out into the marble hall!

The heavy case smashed into the wall, popping the latches open.

"Get out!" Dominic pointed outside the door, veins bulging on his forehead, his glare murderous enough to eat someone alive. "Take your garbage and get out right now!"

The heavy security door slammed shut behind him, shaking the hall.

The door was soundproofed well, but I still heard Sienna whining inside, followed by Dominic's low sneer:

"Ignore her. She won't last three days. Without the family name covering her, she can't take a single step in New York. She will be on her knees, crying and begging to come back before long."

I brushed the dust off my suitcase, pulled up the handle, and stepped straight into the descending elevator.

The metal doors mirrored my cold, quiet face.

Behind that door, he was still standing on his high horse. He had no clue that once I walked out this gate, I was never turning back.