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Chapter 3

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I went back to the penthouse Victor and I shared.

I numbly poured rubbing alcohol over my bleeding soles.

The physical sting was nothing.

The dead wasteland in my heart hurt worse.

Looking around, it was sickeningly ironic.

Valerie's traces were everywhere.

"Camilla, put this cigar cutter Valerie bought me on the cabinet. I want to see it every day."

"Valerie told me to keep her perfume here. Says it smells like her."

I used to lose my mind over it.

And his smirk would only grow.

He loved watching me choke on jealousy.

Like my pain was proof of my love.

His excuse was always the same, "Camilla, Valerie is just my subordinate. Stop being petty."

Under his daily torture, he got his wish.

I stopped being petty.

I was even ready to hand over my title.

After bandaging my feet, I dragged out a suitcase.

I only packed a few old clothes.

Just as I zipped it, Victor walked in.

He reeked of alcohol.

He was half-carrying Valerie.

He saw the suitcase.

He froze.

His pupils dilated.

To hide his panic, he jerked his head away.

With one hand, he whipped out his phone and typed frantically.

My pocket buzzed.

[A suitcase? She's packing?!]

[Don't go! I was wrong! Just stay, I'll do anything!]

Through the screen, he was begging.

Completely unhinged.

But in reality?

Victor wrapped his arm tight around Valerie's waist.

He pushed down the panic in his eyes.

He sneered at me, "Packing? Camilla, you really think you can survive out there without the Family?"

I looked at his fake posture.

I was so exhausted.

I gave a faint smile, "Don't worry, Don. I'm making room for your replacement. Have fun with your new toy."

Victor's jaw locked, "New toy?"

He was absolutely furious.

Right in front of me, he kissed Valerie like a punishment.

Then, he twisted the knife, "Maybe I should. Valerie is capable. Plus, she can actually give me a healthy heir. You? You're just a barren waste of space."

My mind exploded.

My blood ran cold.

Everyone knew.

Kids were my breaking point.

Six years ago, during a gang shootout.

Victor had a PTSD episode.

I took a bullet for him and ruined my uterus.

To get pregnant, I swallowed handfuls of hormones.

I suffered five grueling rounds of IVF.

My stomach was covered in needle marks.

Now, the trauma that cost me half my life was his weapon against me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, "Victor, you bastard!"

The grief boiled over.

Valerie purred. She leaned against his chest, "Oh, Donna. Don't blame the Don for being honest. You can't breed. Yet you selfishly keep the title. It's your own fault."

Seeing my bloodshot eyes, Victor's panic died.

Replaced by a sick satisfaction.

He thought he'd won again.

He thought my pain meant I couldn't leave him.

He shoved Valerie aside.

He strode toward me.

He brutally ripped the zipper off my suitcase.

He flipped it over.

My clothes spilled out.

Then, he crouched down.

He unzipped the hidden compartment.

He pulled out a dark red box.

Inside was a diamond necklace.

The only thing my mother left me before our family went bankrupt.

I had searched for it for six years.

Victor stood up slowly, "Want to leave?"

He popped the box open.

He dangled the necklace from his finger, "Camilla, do I need to remind you? I paid thirty million on the black market to get this back."

All the color drained from my face.
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